All language subtitles for Beverly.Hills.90210.S03E15.The.Kindness.of.Strangers.1080p.PMTP.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-iRMAS_track3_[eng]

[intro music playing]

[rain pouring]

[low thunder rumbling]

It's just getting worse
out there.

In here too.

This is the second time
I've emptied this pot

since we got up this morning.

Honey, we got to do something.

Nothing much we can do
until it stops raining.

And after weather like this,

every roofer is going
to be backed up for weeks.

Well, I just hope
it doesn't get any worse.

We'll be having Thanksgiving
dinner in our raincoats.

[both sigh]

Well, I bet
your grandma puts out

a hell of a Thanksgiving
spread, right?

Yeah, right. Try boiled chicken.

Besides, she went to see
her sister in Miami Beach.

So what are you going
to do for dinner?

I'm supposed
to go with my parents

to their friends, the Russells,
for a vegetarian Thanksgiving.

Every year they make
this tofu and carrot soufflé

in the shape of a turkey.
It's disgusting.

But very politically correct.

Very.

Meanwhile, I bet your family
is having a big, juicy

sage-rubbed turkey with that
cornbread sausage stuffing

that we had at your house
for Christmas last year, right?

Fresh cranberry sauce,
oven-baked rolls,

and pumpkin pie
with real fresh whipped cream.

You forgot Cindy's famous
bourbon sweet potatoes.

[sigh] It sounds great.

Stop drooling, Andrea.

We eat at 6. We watch football.

Come whenever.

Are you sure
it's okay with your folks?

Would it be a holiday
without strays at our house?

Right. Come on.

I was listening
to the ski report.

They're expecting two feet
of powder in Big Bear

tomorrow morning.

Have fun.

You're not going...

Don't you love to ski?

Yes, but I also love being home
alone.

Mel and Jackie are going
with the baby to Palm Springs

and I get the house to myself.

God, Thanksgiving alone.
That's un-American or something.

Who's alone?

Kelly is.

No. You're coming to my house.

No, actually I'm looking forward

to spending some
quality time by myself.

I need somebody to talk to
during the football games.

- Please?
- Well, okay.

Just because you begged.

I don't mean to start anything,

but do you know
where Dylan's spending it?

No, I don't,
and I really don't care.

- Ditto.
- Why don't I believe you guys?

[rain pouring]

How many more I gotta sign?

Oh, just one.

- You are 18, correct?
- Yep.

Is this a working phone number?

Yeah.

- No call forwarding, right?
- No, why?

I'm going to have to be calling
in the morning and at bedtime

to make sure he's there.

With call forwarding
he could be anywhere.

We don't have to stay in the
house the whole time, do we?

No.

But if you go anywhere,

like a movie or dinner,

we'll need receipts.

You're gonna have to be
with him at all times.

Okay.

This is a responsibility, Dylan.

You sure you're up to it?

It's not like I have
a lot of choices.

If you don't want to do this,
just speak up,

because your father
is eager to make this visit.

You should hear him
talk about you.

Yeah, I'll bet.

The primary reason

we permit holiday furloughs

is to help our population

maintain some sort of normalcy,

particularly in their family
relationships.

This relationship wasn't
that normal to begin with.

Give him a chance.

A year or so behind bars
can change a man.

- Dylan.
- Hey, Jack.

Thanks for doing this.
It means a lot to me.

I didn't have any plans.

Good luck.
I'll be calling tonight.

Frank, happy Thanksgiving.

Let's get the hell
out of here. Come on.

Take care. Okay.

[soft music playing]

Boy, am I glad you're here.

Why? Not many customers

on a miserable day like this.

No, not many.
Just one in particular.

- Who?
- Sanders.

He's been here all morning.

You gotta talk to him.

He's a nervous wreck.

You got it.

[indistinct music playing]

Trying to drown
your sorrows in lactose, Stevie?

I thought a couple milkshakes
might settle my stomach.

It's only making matters worse.

You haven't told
your mom yet, huh?

No. My mom's out of town.

Shouldn't tell her I got kicked
out of school on the phone.

Well, seems to me,
no matter how you slice it,

it's gonna be tough.

You better get a hold
of yourself and lay it out.

How does this sound?

"Mom, there's no
easy way to say this,

so I'll just come
right out with it.

I got kicked out of school.
It's no big deal."

Well, that might work...
if she's in a sympathetic mood.

Brandon, will you
come over tonight?

Steve, I really think
this is something

you should do on your own.

I was afraid
you were gonna say that.

[rain pouring]

[knocking]

Steve, darling.

Mom!

Oh, how are you, gorgeous?

I missed you.

- How was your trip?
- Oh, the usual.

You know those
small town ad agencies.

I spend an hour
recording their commercial

and the rest of the time
schmoozing the clients.

So, you all packed?

For what?

I told you weeks ago.

We're going to do
Escape of the Stars .

The television show?

- Oh, no...
- You forgot, didn't you?

That's okay. Just throw
some things in a bag and hurry.

The limo will be here
in one hour.

Mom... Do I have to do this?

Yes.

The producers insisted
that it be a family affair.

Now, be a trooper, huh?

Besides, you'll have fun.

They tell me it is
a fantasy getaway.

Honey, do you feel okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[sigh] This isn't exactly

how I thought I'd spend
my Thanksgiving.

Don't worry. We're going to have
a fabulous time.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

- Nice house.
- Yeah, thanks.

Make yourself at home.

Where's the ice?

Coming up.

You don't know how good
the thought of a drink feels.

Yes, I do.

You know, I've always loved
these Craftsman bungalows.

In fact, I rented one
almost like this

when I first came to California.

Didn't have any
money then either.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

[liquid pouring]

Here's to freedom.

It's okay, I mean,
if I drink around here, right?

Oh, yeah.
Knock it back. Enjoy yourself.

In that case,
where's the phone at?

I thought the officer
would call you.

Oh, he is, he is.

He's gonna
make sure I'm tucked in.

I'm calling someone
to be tucked in with.

A drink's not the only thing
I got in mind right now.

Jack, you never change.

Come on.
I've got 48 hours of freedom,

I'm gonna make sure
I enjoy every minute.

You'd do the same thing.

Or did AA tell you
to give up women, too?

You think that's funny?

Well, yes, I do.

Come on, Dylan.
I'm only kidding around.

I'm only gonna say this
one time.

The only reason I agreed to this
was because of you, alright?

Your parole officer wanted

to give you a chance
to rebond with family.

To rebond with some
bimbo, go somewhere else.

Christine is not a bimbo.

Fine. So call
the Beverly Hills Hotel,

'cause that's where you'll be.

Could we be a little rational?

Yes, we can. Tell the officer
where he can reach you.

- Where's it gonna be?
- What's your problem?

I don't got a problem. You do.

You're acting like a child.

- You think so?
- Yes, I do.

Let's call it
making up for lost time, dad .

[soft music playing]

Hey!

Hey! What are you doing?

Singing in the rain.
What do you think?

Hey!

Why don't you buy
yourself some food?

Thanks.

[sad trumpet music]

Hey!

Yo-ho!

What are you trying
to do, kill me?

You're Jack Canner, aren't you?

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Brandon Walsh.

I met you at the beach
this summer.

I don't remember that.

Remember? I'm sure you remember.

The Beverly Hills Beach Club.

Got you a job interview
but you never showed up.

Don't you remember that, either?

I just can't seem
to get rid of you, can I?

No, I guess not.

Look, I know I look like hell...

Yeah, that's what you said
the first time I met you.

Yeah. Well, sorry
I can't be more original.

[laughs]

You know, the forecast says

this isn't gonna
let up for a few days.

You can't stay out here, man.

Why not?

Hey, Canner!

Canner!

What?!

I work here, man.

At least let me feed you, huh?

[hopeful piano music]

Hey, Nat?

What'd you forget, pal?

Uh... [clears his throat]

What's wrong?

Nothing. This is Jack Canner.

Is the coffee still on?

I could put up a pot.

Jack's a vet. He's a Marine.

Go sit down, pal.

You, come here.

What gives here?

Nothing. I know this guy, Nat.

I tried to get him
a job at the Beach Club.

Found him out back
going through the dumpster.

You sure you know
what you're doing?

No.

[both laugh]

How's the food?

Oh, this is great. Thanks a lot.

[sighs] You know?

It's a lot easier
to deal with things

when you've eaten.

It's harder to get
a handout out in the rain.

People don't like
to get their arms wet.

So you work here, huh?

Yeah, I've been here
about two years now.

You know, part time, weekends.

Well, that's good.
It's a job, you know.

Listen, uh...

I know about this church
around the corner.

They have a shelter there.

I could give you a ride
over there if you want.

I don't go to the shelters, man.

Why not?

Well, I figure
if I can keep going on my own,

you know, that means something,

but, uh...
I go to one of those places

and I become
one of the hopeless, you know.

Don't you think
you're gonna get sick?

You know, all summer long
I could hang out on the beach,

camp out out there,
and pretend it was an adventure,

but, uh...

Yeah, the winter's tough.

[thunder and rain]

You know, Jack...

Getting a roof
during a torrential downpour

doesn't mean you've given up.

In fact, some people may say

it's a step
in the right direction.

[indistinct voices]

Well, this isn't so bad.

It's warm anyway. Looks clean.

A lot better than
spending all night in the rain.

All right, here are
your registration forms.

House rules: no drinking,
no smoking, no loud music.

Just step to the side
and fill in the forms.

Next.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

[sigh]

Well, let's see
what we got here.

Name of hopeless person,

Social Security number
of hopeless person,

and signature
of hopeless person.

I can't do it, man.

I just, I can't do it.

I guess even
the houses in Beverly Hills

spring a leak now and then.

Well, it snowed in Minneapolis,

but it never made the roof leak.

Hey, it smells good in here.

Mom's been cooking for hours.

Come in and close the door.

We got enough water
in here as it is.

Well, I brought somebody home.

Fine. Bring him in
and close the door.

Hey, Jack.
Jack, come on in here.

Come on.

Uh... Mom, Dad,
Brenda, this is Jack Canner.

Jack, this is my family.

How do you do?

[soft music playing]

Hello?

I'm Samantha Sanders.

This is my son Steve.

Hi.

[ripping sound]

Well, it would be nice

if there was
someone here to meet us or,

failing that, someone
who knows what they're doing.

This is going to be fun.

Alyssa!

The talent is here!

[Alyssa] Oh, God, already?

I'll be right down.

I'm having fun.

Steve, behave yourself.

Absolutely.

Hi, I'm Alyssa.
I'm the production assistant.

Mrs. Sanders, I'd
recognize you anywhere.

Thank you.

- This is my son, Steve.
- Hi.

Oh, you're Steve?

I was expecting a little kid.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Well, I'm not disappointed,

but I'll have
to cancel the toy delivery.

[chuckles]

Depends on the toys.

Uh, listen.

If you don't mind, I'd like

to go to my room and unpack.

Oh, of course.

At the top, the second door.

That's it? There's no one
to help with the bags?

Oh, no. The staff
won't be here till tomorrow

and they're just actors anyway.

But I was led to believe

that these were
luxury accommodations.

Who may I speak to?
Is your boss here?

No, nobody's here but me
and the crew, Mrs. Sanders.

Didn't anybody
explain this to you?

No. No one explained.

My agent just told me
that this was a luxury getaway.

Oh, come on, mom.
It's not going to be that bad.

I'll help you with your bags.

[water dripping]

Whoever Brenda and Brandon
had for a Sunday school teacher

must have been pretty damn good.

Such a literal interpretation
of the golden rule.

Most parents would give their
eyeteeth for kids like ours.

I'm not complaining.

I just don't think
it's a good idea.

We don't know
anything about him.

Fine. If that's how
you feel, then ask him to leave.

No, no. I am not going to be
the bad guy in this.

Honey, please.

I mean, Brandon said he's lost
his home and his family.

We can put a cot
up in the garage.

It's only for one night.

[door opens]

Your daughter gave me
some of your clothes, sir.

I hope it's okay.

No, no... It's quite all right.

You know, it really feels good

to get into something
clean and dry.

I almost feel
like a human again.

Are you hungry?

Oh, thanks, but no.

Brandon took care of that.

Listen, I hope it's all right.

I told him he could
use the garage.

- No! It's not all right.
- Jim.

I'm sure Mr. Canner
would be much more comfortable

on the living room sofa.

Uh... I couldn't do that.

Nonsense!

You can't go back out there.

Stay here and
have Thanksgiving with us.

Thank you.

[clears throat]

Now I know where your son
got his good heart from.

[slow guitar music]

Good morning.

There's coffee
in the kitchen if you want it.

Don't do me any favors.

Fine.

You get a newspaper here?

Check the porch.

[rain pouring]

You know, Dylan...

I might as well
have stayed in Lompoc.

Just say the word
we'll get the car.

What the hell did I do
to make you so damn angry?

You make it like I'm a pervert
'cause I want to see a friend.

If it's that big a deal,
the phone is right there.

What do I care anyway?

[door slams]

[soft music playing]

Donna, David,
what are you two doing here?

The snow was up to here.

Roads are closed. My parents
are already in Big Bear,

and we've nowhere to go.

Got any turkey left?

Mom, set two more!

In, in, in, in.

[football game
playing on the TV]

Hi, Mr. Walsh.
Happy Thanksgiving.

I hope we're not intruding.

The more the merrier.

[chuckles]

How you doing?

How do you do? I'm David Silver.

- Hey.
- Oh, this is Jack Canner.

We met at the Beach Club.

Hi, I'm Donna.

Okay, let's go, Dallas.
Come on, baby.

Here's Aikman.

And he gets it away. Does he?

What?

Now they go
without a huddle from the 45.

It's Emmett Smith
up the middle,

but a defensive effort
stops him

with about a three-yard gain.

You know, that guy
looks really familiar.

I think he's a patient
of my father's.

I doubt that, Donna.

- He's homeless.
- What?

Yeah, Brandon dragged him
in off the street.

You're kidding.

Would I kid
about something like that?

He's gone.
He's off to the races!

He... could...
go... all... the...

What happened?

The cable went out.

Man, this always
happens when it rains.

That's just great.

Calm down. It'll be back.

Easy for you to say.
Gotta lot of money on this game.

A lot?

Just how much is a lot?

Did I say a lot?

[chuckles] I meant
a little, dad, just a little.

I like atlases, too.

I love to fantasize about
the places I might visit.

Actually, I'm just
looking at where I've been.

You're the camp counselor
from the beach, right?

The one with the kites
and the deaf kid.

That's right.

Oh, yeah.

You're scared of
me the first time we met.

A little.

[chuckles]

You've been, um...

Out there on the streets
this whole time, haven't you?

Um, yeah, I have.

So show me where you were.

- What do you mean?
- In the Gulf, where you were.

Oh, well.

Bring that over here.
We'd all like to take a look.

Come on. Come on.

[sighs]

Sure you want to see this?

Yeah.

Well...

Let's see. Well.

The Marines started out
about right here

at Al Jubayl.

That's just north of Dhahran

where you saw
the TV guys hang out.

And then from there,
we moved into Kuwait.

As a matter of fact,
it was this time last year that

I was having Thanksgiving
with President Bush.

Now we're both out of work.

Wait a minute.
Wasn't that two years ago?

Oh, yeah, I guess you're right.

Must've lost a year somewhere.

At least you were there.
That's something to be proud of.

Yeah, I was there.

Mr. Walsh, you ever serve?

The only thing
I ever serve is drinks.

Think your mother
could use some help.

So.

How's it going in here?

Everything's brown and bubbly.

- How are the troops?
- Great.

Our homeless guest
is playing war hero.

Ah, Jim.

So he was a Marine.

So big deal.

No matter what you might think,

he did sacrifice a lot.

I mean, he lost his
home and his family.

Whose fault is that?

Brandon said he got him a job,

the guy never even showed up.

Jim, just relax

and let him enjoy Thanksgiving.

You, too.

Oh, and take this to the kids.

And be nice.

[calm music]

[knocking at door]

She's your bimbo.

Christine.

- Honey.
- Hi, lady.

Oh, God.

[kissing loudly]

[Christine giggling]

- Let me take these from you.
- Okay.

- Dylan, make yourself useful.
- I brought you some flowers.

Great.

Here we go.

All right.

What, are we making
cranberry sauce?

Hardly. I do a lot of things
real well, but not cooking.

[chuckles]
Let me take a look at you.

No, wait till later.

Everything looks better
in the dark.

Christine,
this is my son, Dylan.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

Food smells good.
Where'd you go?

Oh, little place
I used to hang out

when I first came
to L.A., the Pit.

Place has been through changes,

but the owner says the
food's still the same.

You mean Nat?

Yeah, that's him.

- You know him?
- Yeah, I do.

Well...

any friend of Nat's
is a friend of mine.

[giggles]

[Alyssa] Find anything good?

Yeah. Try this.

Oh, thanks.

Now, that's delicious.

What does a production
assistant do on a show?

Same thing a P.A. does anywhere:

absolutely everything.

[laughs]

Do you like it?

Yeah. I get to travel a lot.

And the upside to that,

I get a lot of
frequent flier miles.

Of course, I never
have time to use them.

So how about you?

Did you live your whole
life in Beverly Hills?

Yep.

That's not a bad way to grow up.

Mmm, I guess.

So did you decide what
college you're gonna go to?

Yeah, I thought I did.

Let's see.

You want to go to S.C.

[both laughing] Oh, man.

Well, not much chance
of that happening anymore.

Why?

I got thrown out.

You're a bad boy?

To put it mildly.

When my mom finds out,
it's gonna break her heart.

She's gonna kill me.

Well, which is it?

Break her heart or kill you?

Ha, ha, ha.

Hey, what's Samantha like?

You can never tell with
celebrity types, you know.

They act one way
when they're on camera,

but their personalities
are completely different.

Yeah, my mom's just like that.

In fact...

[insightful music]

She's a totally different person
when the camera's rolling.

Does anybody else want
a sandwich or something?

Mom will kill you
if you eat before dinner.

Just a little something
to tide me over.

So you're homeless, huh?

Donna!

I'm sorry. I've just never met
a homeless person before.

You'll have to
forgive Donna, Mr. Canner.

She thinks it's a tragedy
to be without her Gold Card.

It's not funny. There are a lot
of people out there suffering.

People who have somehow
let life's loose ends slip

and can't get them back.

I mean, they're hungry,
their children are hungry,

their clothes are thin,
they're on the street with

nowhere to sleep.

They got more problems

than whether or not
the cable TV is out

or if they
should have a sandwich

before dinner, you know?

I think that's uncalled for.

- What?
- You're a guest in this house.

I think it's unfair
to blame the kids

for the problems you might have.

What is fair, Mr. Walsh?

You don't know what's fair

until one of your kids
looks at you

and asks why
they don't have a house.

Where are your children,
Mr. Canner?

Yeah.

That's the difference
between you and me.

You never served
your country, did you?

Get out.

Dad!

[tense music]

- My clothes still upstairs?
- Yeah, why?

Do me a favor, Brandon.

Next time you see me,

pretend you don't know me.

[rain pouring]

[sad trumpet music]

Sorry. I didn't think
it would turn out like this.

Ah, it's okay. Forget it.

Listen, let me explain
about my father, okay?

[sigh] You really hit
a sore spot with him.

You see...
His father was a Marine.

And he wanted my dad to
enlist and go to Vietnam.

But my dad was against the war.

They never really
talked much after that.

In fact, I never
even met my grandpa.

Listen, Brandon, uh...

Forget what I said about
not knowing me on the street.

I'll never forget
your generosity.

You're a good man.

[loud crash]

[Cindy] Oh, my Lord!
Jim, you'd better get in here!

[water dripping rapidly]

- What are we gonna do?
- Call someone.

Jim, who are we gonna call

on Thanksgiving?

[Canner] Got any tarps?

- Yes, in the garage.
- How 'bout a ladder?

- In the garage too.
- Well, we better get up there.

On the roof? Now? In the rain?

We don't have much of a choice.

- Let's get on it.
- Let's do it.

Throw me that
flashlight up here!

[thunder rumbling]

You got a lot of
cracked tiles up here.

Soon as this rain lets up,

you're gonna have to get
a good roofer up here.

Right!

- Hand me that plastic.
- Got it.

This has got to be
the weirdest Thanksgiving ever.

Just be careful.

Yes, sir.

Here you go.

It's a good thing
Canner was here.

Can't imagine Dad and Brandon
going up there.

Ah, yes, it's strange how
things work out sometimes.

[dripping slowing down]

Look, the leak stopped.

[chuckles]

Action.

[loud kiss]

Happy Thanksgiving, gorgeous.

You, too, mom.

And cut. Good.

Okay, let's move
to the next setup.

Steve, I need you
to look at your mother,

and I need you to give her

your most heartfelt
Thanksgiving blessing.

Okay?

And... Action.

Mom...

On this Thanksgiving,

I am especially thankful
for your kindness

and your understanding.

And I hope you can find it
within yourself

to be especially kind...

and especially understanding...

...under some rather
unfortunate circumstances.

What circumstances are those, gorgeous?

What are they doing?
We didn't rehearse this.

Just let it roll,
this is a great TV moment.

Mom, I've been looking for
the right time to tell you this.

There just doesn't
seem to be a right time.

Steven, what are you
trying to say?

I got kicked out of school.

What?!

What the hell is he doing?

I can't use this!

I want to speak
with you privately.

Now.

So, Dylan, Jack says
you're a senior in high school.

- Was.
- Christine, do me a favor.

Convince this boy that
dropping out is not cool.

Hey, I didn't do it
because I thought it was cool.

Dylan, why would you want
to do a thing like that?

- Long story.
- Boy did too well

on his exams,
accused him of cheating.

Oh, like father, like son?

Actually,
there's a big difference.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Yeah, well.

This cheating fiasco is just
a lot of small-time nonsense.

It doesn't seem like
"small-time" to me.

So take the damn test again.
What's the big deal?

The big deal is, it's a matter
of principle to me, okay, Jack?

I wouldn't expect you
to know about principles.

I'm not gonna
sit hear and listen

to your damn insults,
you got that?

Now this jailbird's
the only father you've got...

Stop it, both of you!

I'm not gonna
listen to his crap!

So what are you gonna do?
Walk away?

It's what you do best anyway!

How dare you insult
your father like that!

Think what he's going
through is easy?

I think he brought it
on himself.

What do you
know about it, Dylan?

Why don't you mind
your own business?

Stop blaming your father
for everything, Dylan,

and stop sulking
and get on with your life.

God knows that's all
Jack's trying to do.

You've got the power
here now, not him.

So stop taking advantage
of the situation.

Give him a break.

Give yourself a break
while you're at it.

[sigh] How am I
supposed to do that?

Go in there and talk to him.

Let yourself have a father.

And let him have a son.

Breaking into the school?
What were you thinking of?

- I'm sorry, I...
- [sighs]

When I get finished with you,
you won't know what sorry means.

There's more.

Wonderful! What could you
have possibly left out?

You have to come to the school
with me on Monday...

makes it official.

Official?

They throw you out
without talking to me first

and I have to make it official?

Is this some kind
of a ribbon-cutting ceremony?

You have to sign
some papers, I think.

Well, let me tell you
something, Steven.

I will not be
signing any papers.

And you will not be
expelled from school

like some lowlife
juvenile delinquent.

I am Samantha Sanders,
and you are my son.

And I will not
take this lying down.

I don't think we have
much of a choice.

No. You do not have a choice.

I'm handling this from now on.

What do you mean?

What I mean is

that I am going
to save your keester

one more time.

Excuse me.
Mrs. Sanders, I'm really sorry,

but if we don't get this shot,

we are going
to go into double time.

Of course.

Thank you.

You were brilliant.

- I was?
- Yes.

I tell you what.

Why don't you come
to my room tonight about 11:00?

And we could have a Thanksgiving
celebration of our own.

[exciting music playing]

All right, Jack,
that's all tied off.

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

- Jack, can I talk to you?
- Sure.

Thanks. If it wasn't for you,

we could've had a real disaster.

Ah, it's okay,
I'm just glad I could help out.

I'm sorry I lost it in there.

No, that's okay. You were right.

I never should've
walked out on my son.

But at the time,
it was the best I could do.

It's not easy, is it?

I spent my life trying to be
a good father to compensate...

My own dad didn't think
I was a very good son.

Listen, I can't
talk to my father.

He's gone, but, uh...
you still have a chance.

Don't make the same
mistake I did.

Listen... Can I use your phone?

Yeah.

[utensils clinking]

You think you have enough food?
This is not your last meal.

[sigh] I can't eat.

There's people
that have nothing.

You don't have to feel guilty.

It's not gonna help anybody.

You know, she's right.

Would you pass the potatoes?

You've been eating all day.

I'm a growing boy,
don't you know?

Oh, good, I was afraid
I held you all up.

Oh... Why don't you
come sit here next to me?

Thank you.

Everything all right?

Everything's
going to be just fine.

Glad to hear that.

Jim, do you think it'd be
all right if I said grace?

I think that would be fine.

You know, life is very strange.

Most of the time,
we walk around in a daze.

Sometimes we're happy.

Sometimes we're miserable.

Most of the time
we're somewhere in between.

And if you're lucky, you never
get to know real misery.

But for those of us who have,

it's very hard to
keep any kind of faith.

But then, something comes along.

Someone who,

I don't know, makes
us wonder if maybe,

just maybe,

there's somebody up there
looking out for us.

People talk about
the kindness of strangers,

but, um, you're not strangers.

Not anymore.

[tender music]

[groans]

Mmm, St. Charles Place,
two hotels.

That's mine and...

[whistles]
It's gonna cost you, Jack.

[chuckles]

Well, that wipes me out.
I can't win if I can't cheat.

Can't I quit while I'm ahead?
I am really beat.

Sure, I'm just gonna sit
here and count my money.

You do that.

Since I'm feeling
generous tonight,

you guys take my room,
I'll just bunk on the couch.

You got plans this evening?

- All yours.
- I like that.

Thank you.

[moan]

Go on. I'll be right there.

You got it.

- Hey, Dylan.
- Huh?

Give me a call sometime.

You can buy me a megaburger.

You got it.

[rattling sound]

[sighs]

Listen, Dylan...

I know I can be a pain
in the butt most of the time,

but it is damn nice to have
family to come home to,

and I just wanted to say,
thank you very much.

It's all right.

Good night.

Good night, dad.

[dice rattling]

[lively music]

I guess he finally told his mom.

Yeah.

Steve? Steve, you okay?

I had the most
incredible weekend.

What?

I met an awesome girl.

Steven! You'll have time
to talk to your friends later.

Sit down!

Hi, Mrs. Sanders.

Mrs. Sanders, I've been
expecting you. Please come in.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Your mother and I had a very
interesting talk, Steven.

And?

She's convinced me to allow
you to remain at West Beverly,

on probation.

If you pass your courses, you
might graduate with your class.

That's great.

- I was thinking...
- Steven!

The condition of your probation
is that you need to attend

double detention:
you'll arrive at school

every morning at 7:15

and you will not leave school
until 4:45 every afternoon.

And if you miss one detention,
we will enact the expulsion.

Thank you, Mrs. Teasley.

It's been my pleasure.

Thanks, Mom.

Don't even talk to me.

- Thanks, Mrs. Teas...
- Don't talk to me, either.

[knocking on window]

[chuckles]

So what's the verdict?

It's a piece of cake, Bran.

You never cease to
amaze me, Sanders.

Don't you forget it.

All the Thanksgiving sales
on Rodeo

are still on, you want to go?

I can't afford those
clothes at 50% off.

You'll find something. Or else
you'll just watch me buy.

Oh, that sounds like fun.

- Come on...
- Hi, Kel.

Hi, Bren. You guys have
a nice Thanksgiving?

[outro music playing]