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[birds chirping]

[electronic voice] Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

- [click] - Wake up!

[heavy metal music playing]

First day of school.

Ahh. Strange city,

new house, no friends.

I'm psyched.

[music continues]

I have nothing to wear.

Great.

No.

[radio] We've got a sig alert

on the Santa Monica 10 freeway eastbound.

One hour delay due to a three vehicle...

Honey, it's gridlock out there. I got to run.

[woman] Be down in a sec.

Mom, let's go shopping today. I'll go to school tomorrow.

First impressions are important.

You'll make a wonderful first impression.

Everybody looks like they've stepped out of a music video.

I don't have the right hair.

[heavy metal music playing]

Brandon, get up.

Wake up. You'll make us late.

Give me one reason.

You got to help me pick out something to wear.

What's the difference?

Brandon, I know you were Mr. Popularity back home,

but I'm not going to miss Minneapolis.

Nobody knows me here.

I could be anybody.

I could be somebody.

Like what, homecoming queen?

- [scoffs] Great. - Hey, look, why not?

- I mean, you're cute enough. - [door opens]

Hey, remember that black t-shirt you wore

at Denise Baum's 4th of July party?

That was cool.

No.

[door closes]

Okay, fine.

She spends an hour at the mirror,

and now she has to change her clothes.

Where's the toaster?

I'll skip breakfast.

[theme music playing]

We're going to need a raise in our allowance.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

[over PA] Yo, yo, this is the flash coming to you

with over 500 nasty jammin',

body slammin' watts on KWH,

the voice of West Beverly High.

[horn honks]

Come on, let's go, let's go.

[over P.A.] Welcome, incoming freshmen.

[horn honks]

I love this place!

They gave you a license?

Hi, Steve.

Where were you all summer?

I tried calling you like 300 times.

You got a nose job.

Yeah, I did.

It looks... It looks good.

Big improvement, huh?

They took a foot off.

Now I know why I broke up with you.

Oh, hey, get off it.

I taught you how to work that clutch.

I drive an automatic, thank you very much.

Figures.

[horn honks]

[car alarm]

Nice going.

Bye-bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

♪ I think you're on fire ♪

♪ I think you're the fun ♪

♪ You're know What you're holding ♪

♪ You got me In your palm ♪

- Look for me at lunch, okay? - Sure.

I don't want to look like some geek without any friends.

Great. Together we'll look like two geeks without any friends.

Joke, okay?

Uh... we're supposed to check in here.

Swim team,

sports editor of your school paper,

all-state cross-country,

and you still managed to keep a 3.8?

Drama club, student council,

almost a straight "A" student.

I help her with her homework a little.

You're both used to doing well. You're both achievers.

I don't want to diminish your accomplishments, guys,

but I won't kid you either, West Beverly High's tough.

The kids are very competitive.

If you have any problems, academic or otherwise,

come talk to me. That's why I'm here for.

[bell rings]

Get going. I don't want you to be late for your first class.

Mr. Clayton, would you explain to this young man

our new restrictions on leather this year?

Hey, what's up, Scott?

I can't find my locker, number 1533.

This place is huge. Five times bigger than Junior High.

The steps are even bigger.

But the babes are outrageous.

Choose your seat with care. The person next to you

will be your lab partner for the rest of the semester.

Sorry, it's taken.

By who?

By that girl.

Over here. I saved you a seat.

Look, I think you have me confused with somebody else.

That's okay. I'm being friendly.

Thanks.

My name is Brenda.

- I'm Kelly. - Hi.

Are you smart?

Sort of.

This class is a real bitch.

I need all the help I can get.

[door closing]

[speaking Spanish]

How bogus. Lady gets paid to speak her native tongue.

Excuse me.

Uh, is Andrea Zuckerman around?

I am she.

Hola.

We're in Spanish together.

I'm Brandon.

Hola.

So, I want to write for the paper.

Can you write?

Well, I was the sports editor

at my old school in Minneapolis.

Great. Which story would you like to cover,

the toxic waste disposal in our chemistry classes

or the girls water polo match against Beverly High?

We didn't have a girls water polo team back home.

So, I'll take the new experience.

What time does the game start?

You definitely failed my test.

I don't get it.

Whenever a guy wants to work on the school paper,

I ask him,

do you want to cover the girls water polo match

or the toxic waste story?

Not one guy has ever wanted to do the toxic waste story.

Why is that, Brandon?

Human nature?

This is the top-ranked high school newspaper.

I intend to keep it that way.

So I suggest you put aside your dreams

of editing the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated.

Long hours and major deadlines and totally commitment.

Still interested?

- Wow. You are intense. - I know.

But that's what it takes to do what we do here.

If you're not going to make the sacrifices,

I totally understand.

I should start by interviewing the janitor, huh?

Custodial engineer.

And, Brandon,

nice meeting you.

Nice meeting you, too.

[Kelly] It's a good thing you met me when you did.

West Beverly isn't like other schools.

Kids here are richer.

Some of their parents are celebs.

So, it's definitely not your normal high school.

And socially, it's really intense.

Make one false move, and you're history.

If people saw you eating alone,

like that guy over there.

You know, I had a lot of great friends at my old school.

- In Minneapolis? - Yeah.

- Hi. - Hi.

But it's so cold. I could never deal with cold.

- You'd get over it. - Oh. I'd get fat.

It's great. All winter you can eat whatever you want,

and hide it under bulky sweaters.

That's definitely not Beverly Hills.

Somebody is always throwing a pool party.

So, you never really get to pig out.

We've got all this reading.

The Great Gatsby. By next week.

- That's an 11th grade book. - Yeah.

Plus Trig, History, French. It's outrageous.

What's gonna happen to our social life?

I'm asking my mother for a tutor.

If you screw up in the ninth grade,

you can permanently damage your high school GPA.

Think fast.

I hate jocks.

"Back to school jam Friday, 150 Summit Lane."

Yes! Yes, we're there.

We are there.

Oh, my God. That's Marianne Moore's house.

She's incredibly rich, but such a party girl.

I hear her house is so big, you need a map to get around it.

I cannot believe she's inviting the whole school.

That must be 1,800 people.

Well, make that 1,300.

You want to go together?

Yeah. Sure.

Great.

We're still going.

I can't believe we made it through the first day of school.

So what did you think?

We're definitely not in Minneapolis anymore.

What did you think?

It's weird not knowing anybody.

I don't know who they are. They don't know who I am.

I kinda got the feeling that people

wanted to say hello to me, but they were afraid to.

I know what you mean. I was getting those looks all day.

So, we're going to this party?

- Definitely. - What time should we go there?

I think it would be very uncool

if we showed up before 10:00.

Actually, I already made plans.

- With who? - Just some friends.

We're going together. A girl thing. But you should join us.

No. That's all right. Go ahead. Have a good time.

Really? You won't be upset?

Upset?

Am I the kind of person that gets upset?

Seriously, it's no big deal.

I'll see you there.

[girls giggling]

[horn honking]

Oh, my God, I'd die if my mom did that to me.

[girl] Give her a break. She's from out of town.

Mom, this is Kelly. Kelly, this is my mom.

- Hi, Kelly. - Hi.

This is Donna and Cathy and Michelle.

[all] Hi.

Well, it's nice to meet you.

You look like you're ready to have a good time.

[girls laughing]

Um, when's your curfew?

- Excuse me? - Mom, I told you.

- Midnight, okay? - It's 12:30.

Ow!

12:15.

[engine starts]

That was so embarrassing.

[girls laughing]

[music from party]

Here you go, buddy. I know just where to put it.

- Hey, Steve. - Brandon, how you doing?

Good. Nice car.

You got to have something to live for, right?

What's the deal with this girl?

I mean, does she have parents?

Hop in.

All right.

Welcome to West Beverly High.

[horn honks]

[rock music from party]

Ladies.

[singing heavy metal]

Hey, Kelly. You're looking good.

He has never said hello to me before.

Okay. So it's changed your life.

Hey, maybe I should have the bump taken off mine.

I had, um, a deviated septum.

Rhinoplasty, you know?

A nose job?

It's beautiful.

It is, isn't it?

I wish I looked like this when I was a freshman.

I like this one.

- Who are you waving to? - My brother, Brandon.

Oh, he's cute.

Oh, God, he's hanging out with Steve Sanders.

- Who's that? - My ex.

He's having a tough time getting the message

that's it's o-v-e-r.

My sister over there.

She's hanging out with Kelly Taylor.

- The blonde? - Yeah.

She's cute.

Yeah. She's my ex-girlfriend.

What happened?

I dumped her.

Man, this is outrageous.

In another couple of hours,

girls will be taking their tops off.

- Oh, you think? - Oh, definitely.

Oh, we're not going to be here.

My mother's coming to pick us up at 11:00.

If I see flesh, I'm staying.

Hey, what's up, dudes?

I think we should leave. I don't feel welcome.

Just relax and have some punch or something.

There's that girl I was telling you about.

- Where? - The blonde.

I wonder if she'd go for younger guys.

Oh. I doubt it.

I'm going to move a little closer to her.

What about me?

Mingle.

No freshmen.

Excuse me. Are you here by yourself?

[sighs]

I don't believe it. I'm here by myself, too.

This party really sucks.

I know.

I mean, for someone who doesn't know anybody.

Why don't you know anyone?

Don't you go to Beverly or West Beverly?

I go to West Beverly, but I just moved here.

Lucky you.

Yeah.

So, what's your story?

You're sexy.

Thanks.

So are you.

Do you want to dance?

- Sure. - Right here?

- Okay. - Okay.

[slow music playing]

You know, these parties, I hate them.

Every year, same crowd, same people.

So why do you come?

I had no choice.

Why not?

[sighs] It's my house.

Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- This is your party? - You smell so good.

What's that you're wearing?

Uh, I don't know.

Tide?

So what's your name?

Marianne.

What's your name?

Brandon.

Hi, Brandon.

Hi.

So isn't this kind of weird?

Not talking to anybody at your own party?

I don't know.

My parents taught me to be social.

God knows they are.

Just because I'm popular doesn't mean I have to like everybody.

It was nice meeting you.

Hey, hey. Wait a second. Uh...

Could I call you sometime?

Sure.

Anytime.

Try not to smear it.

[pop music playing]

Everybody!

Go for it!

All we have to do is get ourselves fake IDs,

get into clubs, meet older guys.

You really think we could pass as 21?

It's all in the attitude.

Hey, hey. Hi.

Hi.

You want to dance?

No, thanks. I'm fine right here.

Ah, come on. Everybody's dancing.

What do you want from me? I said I don't wanna dance.

You are so cold, you know that?

- Get over it, Steve. - No. Get over yourself.

You were really strong, Kel.

- Eww! - Eww! Go big.

You know her?

Yeah. I know her.

She's hot.

She is the biggest bitch

at West Beverly High.

I should know. I went out with her for a year.

- Well, what happened? - I dumped her.

She's lousy in bed. She's got a nasty personality.

I can live with that.

Who are you?

Oh, uh, David Silver.

Steve Sanders.

Wait a second. Wait.

Wait. Your mom, uh,

she's not...

Samantha Sanders? From The Hartley House?

I grew up watching that show, in reruns.

For five years, she was on Channel 4 at 7:30,

then Channel 7 at 6:30,

and then she was on twice a day.

Once at 9 a.m. Then at 5:30.

All right. I get the point.

I got to tell ya, I love your mom.

I mean, she is, like, the perfect mom.

Look, I hate to break your heart,

but my mom, she's not the perfect mom.

And that ain't the perfect girl.

Ride?

Scott. Scott.

Have you seen a friend of mine?

He's kind of skinny and wet.

You ditched me, you dork.

[Steve] Oh, come on. I'm all right.

I can drive. I can drive.

Come on, man.

Hey, let's not get crazy, all right?

We got him.

Dude, you're not driving.

You're trashed.

It's my buddy. He'll drive me home.

Hey, guy.

I can't do...

This is my car.

Oh, my God.

Here are the car keys, bud.

[car door opening]

- Hey, sober up. - Thanks a lot.

[Steve] Ah, watch my feet.

So, where do you live?

I live at, um, Doheny Road. 4203.

Look, I don't think I can do this.

Just put the gas in the ignition

and step on the key.

Before we get going,

I have to tell you one thing.

What?

I don't have my license.

Is that a problem?

Yee-ha!

[Steve laughing]

Guess not.

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

[muttering]

[revving stops]

[tires squeak]

[Steve laughing]

[pop music playing]

I need some air.

Hey, don't do that.

- Hey. - Hey, whoa, hey.

Where did you learn how to drive, man?

Look, I'm doing better than you could,

and I don't know how.

You'd buy a car like this

and even think driving home drunk.

I'm not driving. You're driving.

Oh.

Hey. How's it going?

Oh, my God.

Hey, Steve. There's some geek driving your car.

She told you.

Sit up. There's a cop behind us.

Wildcats number one!

It's not funny.

[Steve laughing]

[Steve] All right.

I'm all right.

Thanks a lot, buddy.

I'm going to remember you for this.

[David] No problem.

Catch you later.

[crash]

[Brenda] So, you must be pretty excited.

Why?

You get to see Marianne today.

Would you stop with that already?

You've been talking about her all weekend.

"Do you think she's pretty, Brenda, I mean really pretty?"

"Do you think she'll go out with me?"

I wish I'd met somebody at the party.

You will.

Well, I don't know, Bren.

We're so different. I mean, she's so rich,

- and we're so... - Normal?

Yeah.

How could I know if she's even serious?

She probably talked to a million guys.

Are you kidding? She'd be lucky to have a date with you.

You're just saying that 'cause you're my sister

and you have to say things like that.

I do not. I'm saying that objectively, as a girl.

Oh, that's right. You are a girl.

I forgot about that for a second.

[over P.A.] Yo. And now for the morning flash report.

Friday night's party at Marianne Moore's house was...

Yeah, and we already have a contender

for the flashman of the year.

A major waste case.

Steve Sanders.

Remember much, Steve?

[boys laughing]

Try not to stare too much.

How's it going?

Not too well.

Listen, did you see the guy

who drove me home from that party?

[speaking Spanish]

- No. Why, what happened? - Somebody totaled--

[student] Shh.

- Señorita Prado. - Si.

Somebody totaled my car.

[teacher] Y, Esteban...

What did she say?

I think she wants you to be the butcher man.

What? [chuckles]

Look.

I don't want to be the butcher man, okay?

Yo estoy vegetarian?

He's going to kill me. I'm just waiting to die.

I can't believe you drove his Vette.

Where did you learn how to drive?

My dad lets me drive sometimes.

My parents got divorced.

My dad lets me do stupid things,

because he only sees me on weekends.

Doln had thought that the chemical formula for water

was HO. Ho.

Oh, indeed.

This is going to be great.

- Let me see. - No. Not yet.

You'll be able to get into any club in town with this.

I'm such an artist.

Excuse me. Ladies in the back of the room.

I'm not in the mood to lecture preschoolers.

Either have the courtesy to pay attention

or get out of my class now.

[whispering] I'll show you at lunch, okay?

Oh, wow. 1969.

Do you think anybody would believe I'm that old?

First of all, nobody here even knows

what a Minnesota driver's license looks like.

Anyway, I think it all depends

on whether the doorman thinks you're cute or not.

It's against the law.

I've never broken a law before.

God, I'm such a wuss.

The worst that can happen is they don't let you in.

So, when are we gonna test this out?

Saturday night. The Blue Iguana.

Are we there?

Definitely.

- Yes. - Alright.

Marianne.

Marianne.

- Hi. - Hi.

What are you doing sitting way out here?

It's my reserved table.

- Mind if I sit down? - No. Go for it.

Great party the other night.

I thought you said you had a lousy time.

No. I meant the part where I met you.

Oh.

Thanks.

Do you want to go to Paris for the weekend?

If we leave Friday night,

we'll make it back by Monday morning.

I only have to miss two classes.

Seriously?

Uh... no.

No, not seriously.

No. We can do it. It is possible.

No. I was-- I was kidding.

Really.

Hey, why don't we save Paris for another weekend?

Maybe go someplace a little more local.

Like, uh, Saturday night, maybe around 8:00?

Okay. Sounds great.

You know where I live.

Great.

Want to trade for a peanut butter and jelly?

[laughing]

You know any places for dinner on a Saturday night?

Where's the article on toxic waste?

- I'm holding page one. - I'm on it.

I need to talk to Mr. Ridley about chemistry facts.

Brandon, come on, we're on a deadline.

- I know, deadline. - Tomorrow, or I do it myself.

It's my reputation on the line.

Okay!

Why weren't you at Marianne Moore's party?

- Brandon, I never go to parties. - Why not?

Because hanging out with people acting stupid

isn't going to get me into the Ivy League.

Don't you have anything in your life besides school?

Brandon, who has the time?

I already spend ten hours of community service a week.

That the Ivies love.

Yeah.

Hasta luego.

Uh, Moonshadows.

- Excuse me? - It's in Malibu.

Very romantic.

Thanks.

Is, uh, she special?

I don't know.

She could be.

Oh, boy. This place is a disaster.

It's just the way I keep things organized.

You didn't wear this much makeup in Minneapolis.

I know it looks hot, doesn't it?

Honey, you don't need a lot of makeup.

Mom, it's Beverly Hills. You got to be a little glamorous.

You could borrow my makeup anytime you want.

Um, so, whose party is it this time?

I don't know.

- Kelly's driving? - Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll just get the address from her.

You know, parents in Beverly Hills

let their kids go where they want and do what they want.

They're treated like adults.

Except they're not.

You're not.

Look, Mom, you know that you can trust me.

Fine, fine. I'll give you Kelly's number.

Listen, I want you home by 12:00. I'm serious.

- 12:45. - 12:15.

[sighs]

Ugh.

- Hi. - [all] Hi.

How's it going?

All right.

[rock music playing]

[doorman] IDs, ladies.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Let's see some IDs, ladies.

Give us a break, okay?

Give me a break.

We were here last week.

[Kelly] Are you serious?

I don't believe it.

Okay, you're in.

See you guys inside.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Sorry. - What?

Do the addition. I'm 21.

Let's see it again.

This is what I do with fake IDs.

You slime!

Come back in about five years.

Brenda!

Let's go, Kelly.

Damn it.

What about Brenda?

[funk music playing]

- Have you seen them? Blond-- - No, no.

What's the problem?

- I didn't see anybody. - What?

Relax. I'm not going to bite.

- I'm sorry. - You just look upset.

Oh, it's just that my friends ditched me.

Can I buy you a drink?

No. I have to call my mo--

I mean a cab or something.

Come on. One drink.

I'm a nice guy, honest. Come on.

I don't know.

What'll you have?

Uh...

[Brenda] Hmm.

Can I get you anything?

Let's see. I'll have a, um...

A, uh...

This isn't a trick question.

- A banana daiquiri. - Interesting choice.

And I'll have a Tanqueray and tonic.

- So, what's your name? - Brenda.

Hi, Brenda. I'm Jason.

Hi.

Are you in school?

- Yes. - Oh, where do you go?

Guess.

S.C.

- What, UCLA? - Right.

Hey, that's where I went to law school.

Really? So you're a lawyer?

Yeah.

Tell me, do you live in a dorm or in a house?

- A house. - Which one?

Which house?

Yeah. I know all the sororities there.

Oh, well, um, it's a new one.

We just transferred from Minnesota.

- State? - Yes.

The whole house just transferred

from Minnesota state to UCLA?

- Something like that. - [laughing]

How weird.

[theme music playing]