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Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

- Wake up!

First day of school.

Ahh. Strange city,

new house, no friends.

I'm psyched.

I have nothing to wear.

Great.

No.

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.

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.

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?

Great.
- Hey, look, why not?

I mean, you're cute enough.

Hey, remember
that black t-shirt you wore

at Denise Baum's
4th of July party?

That was cool.

No.

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.

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

Yeah.
- Yeah.

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.

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

Welcome,
incoming freshmen.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

Hi.

Well, it's nice to meet you.

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

Um, when's your curfew?

- Excuse me?
- Mom, I told you.

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

Ow!

12:15.

That was so embarrassing.

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.

Ladies.

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?

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.

You know, these parties,
I hate them.

Every year, same crowd,
same people.

So why do you come?

I had no choice.

Why not?

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.

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.

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.

Hey, sober up.
- Thanks a lot.

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!

Guess not.

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.

All right.

I'm all right.

Thanks a lot, buddy.

I'm going to remember you
for this.

No problem.

Catch you later.

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.

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?

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?

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

Shh.

Señorita Prado.
- Si.

Somebody totaled my car.

What did she say?

I think she wants you
to be the butcher man.

What?

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.

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?

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.

Ugh.

Hi.
- Hi.

How's it going?

All right.

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.

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?

- 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...

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.

How weird.

Hey, Brandon do you wanna drive?

Uh, I don't know.

It's your dad's bike
and everything.

Oh come on,
you're going to love it.

Whoo!

You've got a, um, hair.

Ahem. Actually, I have two.

I've been cultivating them
for about a year now.

I think you're really nice.

You're really nice, too.

Let's take off all our clothes!

Whoa.

Whoa. Wait a second.

Wait a second.

What? What's wrong?

I don't know.

I feel like our roles
got a little reversed.

Aren't you supposed to
hold out on me for a little bit?

Why wait? Nobody's stopping us.

Well, what's the rush?

I'm not going anywhere.

Sorry.

No, no, no. Don't be.

I'm having a great time
just being here with you.

Is that weird?

No. It's just that most guys
expect more from me that's all.

Yeah well, most guys want
a lot of things they can't get.

Not in this neighborhood.

Wait,
didn't your mother teach you

about playing hard to get?

My mother?

She probably thinks I'm a prude.

Wait a minute. Are you--?

Brandon,
my dad manages rock bands.

They met on the road.
She was a major groupie.

They did things in the 60's and
70's that would blow your mind.

They think my life's a bore.

You should spend several weeks
with my parents.

You might feel like you're in
a maximum-security penitentiary.

Yeah. It might be a nice break
from this place.

I feel so trapped sometimes,
you know?

The minute I want to have fun,
people call me a party girl.

And if I want to be left alone,
or act quiet,

they call me stuck-up,
I can't win, you know.

Come here.
- No.

Isn't that
what I'm supposed to be doing?

This is beautiful.

You know, years from now,

I'm going to look
back on this night, and...

I'm going to kick myself
for being such an idiot.

No, you won't.

I won't let you.

I'd offer you a drink,

but I'm all out of bananas.

So, um...

You live here all by yourself?

Yeah,

all by myself.

How cool.

All right.

Our house mother's
really strict.

I have to be home by midnight.

Don't worry, Cinderella.

I only live a few miles
from campus.

Jason, what are you doing?

Taking our clothes off.

Jason, Jason, I can't.

Why not?

Because I can't.

Relax.

I can respect that.

I don't want this
to go any faster than you do.

Really?

Sorry.

There's nothing
to be sorry about.

You're very sweet...

And very attractive.

And if you really
want to go home,

I'll do it right now.

Thanks.

This is it. This is the one.

I think that's a church.

No, the next one.

Well, here's my number.

You sure you're not lying
about not having a phone?

Honest.

OK.

I'm sorry you couldn't
spend the night.

Yeah. Me, too.

So I'll talk to you soon.

I think you should get a phone.

Communication's important.

I'll work on it.

Why are you home so late?

You scared the hell out of me.

Lost your ride?

None of your business.

What are you doing home so late?

None of your business.

- Don't tell mom.
- Don't tell mom.

Kelly?

Brenda?

It's six in the morning.

I know, I haven't been able
to sleep. I had to call you.

I'm sorry
about last night.

That jerk at the door
wouldn't let us in to find you.

Kelly, you'll never believe
what happened.

I met a guy after you left.

No way. Who is he?

His name's Jason.
He's 25, a lawyer, and so cute.

We had a really great night
together.

You slept with him?

No!

Kelly, who is that?

Just a friend.

What kind of friend calls
in the middle of the night?

She woke up Bob.

Good. It's about time
somebody did.

That's all he does
around here is sleep.

Kelly, I won't let you talk
to me about my life like that.

Now, I thought we were mature.

I let you do your thing,
you let me do mine, right?

Right, mom.

Good. Now, tell whoever it is
you'll call back in the morning.

I don't like this phone
ringing at 6 a.m.

OK.

You still there?

Yeah. What happened?

My mom. It's nothing.

Brenda, does he know
you're in high school?

I told him I go to UCLA.

Brenda,
I can't believe you.

Do you think he has a friend?

I don't know,
but I can ask.

Kelly, what am I going to do?

Have a good time.

That's what I always do.

Bye.

See you. Got to go.

Take it easy, guys.

Steve, I saw your car.

It's disgusting.

Thanks, Kel,
for pointing that out.

I would've noticed.

Did you do it, or...

was it that Dorkmeier,
driving you home?

Dorkmeier?

What Dorkmeier?

I don't know. Some geek.

What did he look like?
What's his name?

You don't remember?
He was driving your car.

No, I don't remember.

Well, whoever he was, he looked
pretty young, like a freshman.

Probably didn't even have
his driver's license yet.

I'm going to find him,
and I'm going to kill him.

Welcome, ladies.

You're just in time
for a pop quiz.

Papers will be due
at the end of the movement.

I hope you know this stuff.

I haven't studied all week.

What's number two?

Don't be fooled by appearances.

Chemistry, like music,
is always tricky

and never what it seems.

Haber.
- Haber.

Yo he de haber
estado pescando.

Ellos han de haber
estado pescando.

¿Si?

I got some flowers for, uh--

En español, por favor.

Oh. Uh...

Brandon...

¿Puedes firmar por las flores?

Excuse me.

No comprende. I...

She says to sign
for the flowers, man.

Oh, OK.

Muchas gracias.

Thanks.

Adios, amigos.

Adiós.
- Adiós.

¿Que es esto, clase?

Rosa.
- Rosa.

Muy bien.

Nosotros todos hemos de haber
estado pescando.

You must be awesome, dude.

No. This one first
and then that one.

It looks good, you guys,

really good.

Mm-hmm. Good.

So, I see your date went well.

Uh, yeah, I guess.

Thanks for the suggestion.

Frankly,
I don't see you two together.

Why not?

I don't know.

You seem smart
and down-to-earth.

She's kind of stupid and rich.

See, that's not true at all.

Nobody really knows her.

Well, what's she like?

I don't know. It--

it's like she's got
all this money,

all this freedom,

and I think it gets in her way.

She's got this image
that's not exactly her.

And then guys go out with her
expecting something,

and she doesn't want
to spoil the image, so...

she feels obligated
to be this person

that she's really not.

Does that make any sort
of sense whatsoever?

Maybe you should be writing for
our advice column.

Thanks anyway. I'm allergic.

OK., this is his voice.

Hi. It's Jason.

I'm not in to take your call
at the moment,

but if you leave your name,
number, and when you called,

I'll get back to you,
just as soon as I can.

Thanks for calling
and wait for the beep.

Hi, Jason.

Did it beep?
- No.

It better not.

I swear it didn't beep.

I'm going to call him at work.
- Go for it.

Jason Croft, please.

Brenda Walsh.

Yes, I can hold.

Fifty bucks on his head.

If anybody sees him,
let me know.

If you tell me, I'll go out
with you Friday night. Hey.

Hey! If you see this guy,
let me know. Fifty bucks.

Did anybody see this guy driving
my Vette the other night?

Hey, hey.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Look. Fifty bucks
if you help me nail this dude.

I'm looking for the freshman
who driving my car

after Marianne Moore's party.

Fifty bucks! Big reward!

You can take off
the hat and sunglasses.

If he hasn't nailed by now,
he's never going to.

You think?
- Definitely.

And I want my Lakers hat back,
you said you'd bring it today.

Look I'm sorry. I forgot it.

I bet you lost it.

No I didn't.
I remember where I left it.

Where?

Sander's Vette.

David, it had my name
sewn into it.

Fifty bucks guys. And I'll let
you help me kick his ass.

I'm history.

Hey, are you the guy
Marianne sent flowers to?

Yeah.

Robinson, this is the guy.

Marianne sent you flowers?

I wouldn't exactly
call them flowers.

I want to know what you did.

See I happen cultivate
a very deep interest

in the female species,

so I want to know what you did,
where you did it,

how you did it,
and how you got her to do it.

Look, Robinson,
all I can say is,

I did something
with Marianne on Saturday

that most guys
probably couldn't handle.

What's that
supposed to mean, man?

Use your imagination.

No!
- Ow!

No way man!

Hey, heard you scored
on Marianne Moore.

Congratulations.

Heard about you and Marianne.

From who?

The whole school
is talking about it.

I'm surprised at you, Brandon.

Look, you don't know
what you're talking about.

Get out of my car.

It's not your car,
half of it is mine.

Get out of my half, then.

Hey, hey, hey.

We interrupt this song
for a wild thing report--

Eric Patton and Lucy Belson,

John Addison and, yeah,
my girl Sarah Takamoto,

and the newest, wildest things
at west Beverly High--

Well, come on
and go with me, children--

Brandon Walsh
and Marianne Moore.

You heard it here first.

Walsh,
I'm in your history class.

I want to hear all about it.

Hi, Marianne.

Liar! How can you do that?

How can you spread those rumors,

after I spilled my guts to you?

Hey, I had nothing to do
with it, I swear.

Your like everyone else,
like every other creep.

You used me
to get a name for yourself.

Marianne, I didn't say anything.

Well, then who did? Huh?

Tell me.

I really thought
I could trust you, Brandon.

Do you know what it's like
to not trust anybody,

not even your own parents?

I didn't want anything more than
to have a friend in this school.

Thought you could use the same.
- Yeah, I do.

Funny thing is, they wouldn't
have believed the truth anyway.

I feel so stupid now right now

because I thought
you were for real.

See you at the next big party.

Who knows?
It will probably be at my house.

Thank you, Mr. Clayton.

And I hope you understand,
Sophie's father

is one of the most respected
plastic surgeons here,

he's a little grade-conscious.

Not to worry Mrs. Gibot,

tell your husband a B-minus
is nothing to worry about.

Thank you.

You wanted to see me, Jack?

Yes. Please.

Is something wrong?

Yes, sort of.

The "non comprende" Factor
has gone sky-high this year.

Your students
can't understand you.

Pues claro que no me entienden.

Están en la clase
para aprender.

That's what I'm talking about.

Look, Jack, the only way
to learn Spanish is to--

is to live Spanish,

to breathe Spanish,
to feel Spanish...

To touch Spanish.

¿Entiendes?
- Sí.

I mean yes.

If their scores don't improve
next month, we'll talk.

How about Friday night?

I mean dinner.

I'll let you know.

Do something.
I don't know. Get crazy.

You, my man, are a legend.

For once, I thought,
he was a nice guy

with class, intelligence,
sensitivity,

but now I think you're a wimp
who can't write a good lead.

Alright, come on, lay off,
will ya.

No, I will not lay off.

There are better ways to fit in

than advertising
your sexual conquests.

Boy, was I wrong about you.

Señorita Zuckerman,

en español, por favor.

What did she say?

Stupid pig!

I don't see it, where is it?

It's got to be in there.
Just keep looking.

Yes!

Hurry up! Go!

Busted! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

I can't find it!

It's got to be in there!

I don't see it.

Where is it?
- Hurry up!

I can't.

Better hurry up.

I cant. I'm stuck!

It's Steve!
- What?

I--

Uh-oh.

You're the guy
who drove me home?

No! It wasn't me! I swear.

You've got the wrong guy.
I'm the one who drove you home.

Remember we hung out.

I told you I was a fan
of your mom's,

then drove you home, you were
too wasted to do it yourself?

Yeah.
You're going to pay, buddy.

You were're gonna drive drunk,
I did you a favor.

So, what happened?
- Forgot to put the car in gear.

I'm not used to driving a stick.

It was my fault,
I'll probably have to work

at McDonald's for the rest
of my life, but I'll pay you.

I have insurance, moron.

I know a guy
who works on Vettes real cheap.

If you get a good quote
from the insurance,

you'd make money on this.

Really?
- Yeah.

Then you can buy
some new speakers.

What's wrong with my speakers?

I don't know, I was jamming
the music too loud.

I might have blown out
a tweeter.

Ha, ha, ha. Tweeter.

God, what did I do to deserve

meeting a dork like this?

Grrhh!

See you at the next party.

That is the studliest thing
I have ever seen.

Hi. I'm Brenda.

Hi. I'm Brenda.

Hi. My name is Brenda...

Walsh.

I hate my name.

Bren, what are you doing?

Don't you ever knock?

Can we talk?

I want to ask you about
this rumor

about me and Marianne.

I kind of feel responsible,

like I started it somehow,
because...

Well, because I never
really denied it.

And I--

Brenda, are you listening to me?

I'm listening.

I feel like a jerk.

Boy, I am glad you said that.

Why?

I'd hate to think you're turning
into the kind of person

that starts those rumors.

You know, it seems cool to guys,

but to a girl
that likes you, it hurts.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

So, what do I do?

You'll think of something.

Great.

Wait. Where are you going?

I have a date.

With who?
- He's older.

In college?

Something like that.

Brandon, if you tell mom,
I'll kill you.

Is it serious?

I don't know.

I think it is.

I mean, I like him so much,
it's kind of scary.

In my mind, I'm fixated on him.

Sometimes I think I'm in love,

but I know that's not possible,
because I just met him.

Well, who is he?

Brandon, give me some time
on this one, OK?

I promise I'll tell you... soon.

I hate secrets.

Hey, listen, you be careful
out there, OK?

I'm serious.

OK, dad.

Brenda, I only made pot roast.

Umm... didn't I tell you?

I'm going out with some friends.

On Tuesday?
Don't you have homework?

We're studying afterwards.

Are those my shoes?

Where is all this dinner money
coming from?

Dad it's just McDonald's.

In that outfit?

Mom, this is Beverly Hills.

Can't I have friends
without the third degree?

Home by 10:00.
- 10:30.

10:15.

I haven't even seen
a McDonald's around here.

So, Brenda, what's your major?

You must get sick

of people asking you
that all the time.

What is it anyway?

Astronomy.

You didn't tell us
she was a brain.

I flunked astronomy.

I had no idea you're
majoring in astronomy.

It's so much math.

How does everyone
like this...

semillion? [Ron] -It's good.

Very dry.
How do you like it?

Oh, um...

Fine.

- Señor.
- You, know, I've heard...

they discovered
another universe after this one,

like, some billion
light years away.

Who cares, Ron?

Maybe Brenda does.
It is her major.

I mean,
what is a black hole, really?

Yes, please.
Go ahead and tell us.

Well, um...

I guess the easiest
way to explain it

without a working
knowledge of, uh...

Fourth dimensional geometry
is that it's just...

A hole.

Just a hole?

In space, dummy.

That's black.

I still don't get it.

So, Jason tells us your
entire sorority house

transferred here from Minnesota?

Well, not exactly all of us,
actually,

just five.

See, Jason, I told you it wasn't
the entire house.

Well, that's what she said.

I-- I really have to go, Jason.

About Friday...

Plan on spending the night,

and, uh, tell your house
mother--i don't know--

that you're visiting
your parents for a week.

I'll try.

Try hard.

Good night.

Hey,
we have a very special guest

in our studio today--
Mr. Brandon Walsh.

Brandon Walsh
is this week's wild thing

who just moved to Beverly Hills
from Minneapolis.

Say hello
to our listeners, Brandon.

Um, hi.

So, Brandon, tell us...

What does it take
to be a wild thing?

Actually, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Hold on, hold on. Before you say
another word,

remember we are regulated

by both the FCC

and Mrs. Sibitsky,
our club sponsor.

Right, uh, since my date
with Marianne Moore

has become public knowledge,

I wanted to tell everyone

what exactly happened
that night.

What?
We hear you, Brandon.

Nothing happened.

A lot of you guys
out there know it.

But Brandon, the key phrase here
is wild thing.

Look, we sat, and we talked.
That's it.

You know, it may sound
a lot less exciting

than doing the wild thing,

but it actually meant
a whole lot more.

So, Marianne,
I hope you're listening

because I want to say
I'm sorry.

The thing that
bums me out the most

is you feel like
you can't trust me anymore.

And that appears to be all the
time we have this morning

for mushy declarations
of love,

and this is your
flash the cash DJ,

and you're listening to KWBH.

See ya.

With a very few exceptions,

most of you did
very well on your quiz.

Jason wants to go out
again Friday night.

He wants me to spend the night.

You've got to tell him Brenda.

What if he freaks?

Science is about
observation, class,

so pay attention to the music.

If you've done your
experiment correctly,

the melonic acid should react to
the potassium iodate

exactly when
the first movement is over.

If he loves you,
then it shouldn't matter.

Do you think you love him?

I don't know.

Enough to sleep with him?

I don't know.

I think so.

Then you've got
to tell him, Brenda.

Very poor showing, girls.

Also, it's very disconcerting
to notice

that you both share
all the wrong answers in common.

If I see this happening again,

it's an automatic "F"
for the year.

I've taken the liberty
of making an appointment for you

with Mr. Clayton, Brenda.

Why?

I've seen your transcripts
from your school.

I expect much more
from you in this class

than a D-minus.

Now the music is over.

The experiment has ended.

Marianne.

Hi.

I heard what
you said this morning.

I made a fool of myself
in front of the entire school.

I hope so.

Marianne, I want you to know
that I never meant to hurt you.

You just saw an opening
and took it.

I never meant to let you
get close to me.

Oh, come on. Don't say that.

Why don't you give me
a second chance...

Like... Friday night?

No. I think I'm going to do
something weird this weekend.

Like what?

Stay home.

It's a rare event.

It sounds like a good idea.

What about the week after?

I'll call you.

Great.

She'll call me.

I don't get it, Brenda.

You've never even gotten
a "C" before.

What's up?

Nothing.

Brenda, when I see a good
student come my school and slip,

I feel responsible.

What can I do to help you?

Nothing.

Brenda, from how it looks,

you'll be lucky
to pass chemistry this semester.

That's not going to look
good on your record.

I know.

I'll work harder.

Good girl. Now I know you will.

What's this?

Get a parent's signature.

Bring it back to me.

Why?

Because something's going on
with you Brenda.

I want to make sure you're
talking to somebody about it.

Hey, Andrea!

Didn't you listen
to KWBH this morning?

I never listen to KWBH.

You didn't hear
what I said about Marianne?

No, and frankly
I'm not interested.

Look, I want to explain
something.

I've got to get home okay.

Let me give you a ride then.

No, thanks.

Goodbye.

I can't believe
you followed me home?

It was the only way
I can get to talk to you.

Wait. How come you go
to west Beverly High?

You don't live near
Beverly Hills.

Look, my life is private okay.

How dare you come
anywhere near my house.

- Hey, I just wanted to talk.
- Oh, yeah right.

So you can blab
about where I live

just like you did about
you and Marianne Moore?

Brandon,
this isn't a game to me.

I'm not rich like you,
if anybody learns where I live,

they'll kick me out
of West Beverly Hills

so fast my head will spin.

Well, how come you go
there if you live here?

Because it's the best school
in the city. That's why.

Why can't I access
a good education,

just because I'm geographically
undesirable?

Well, you're right.

You shouldn't.

Listen, the reason
I followed you home

was to tell you that I think
you've got me all wrong.

That thing about me
and Marianne,

that's not me,
that's not what I'm about.

I'm not perfect, but
I'm not a complete jerk either.

Brandon...

I lie about my home address.

My grandmother lives
in a cheap apartment

in Beverly Hills.

And that's where my mail's sent.

If anybody finds out...

if you tell anybody
about where I live,

it will mess me up bad.

Don't worry.

I won't.

It's nice to finally bring
a friend home from school.

Come on in.

Jason, this place
is really nice.

For the money it's costing,
it should be.

It's worth it
to be here with you.

Thanks.

Can I tell you something?
- Sure.

The last woman I went
on three dates with,

I lived with her for 11 months.

What happened?
- I don't know.

You know... It was coming up
to our year anniversary.

We... we got into
this weird fight

about a new couch
for the living room.

I decided I had to go
with my own taste,

'cause the couch was going to be
around longer than she was.

I don't mean
to get heavy on you.

It's OK.

Jason, do you think
I could tell you anything?

Of course.

The older I get,
the more I realize

openness is the most important
part of a relationship.

And you'd feel the same way
no matter what?

I mean,

this could be a shock.

Trust me.

I'm shockproof.

Brenda, what is it?

First, I want you to have
my phone number.

You got a phone.

No.

I've always had a phone.

I don't live
in that sorority house.

No?

I don't go to college.

You work.

Jason...

I'm a junior
at West Beverly High.

What kind of a junior?

A 16-year-old junior.

My friend Kelly said
if we were getting serious,

I had to tell you the truth
and if you loved me

it wouldn't matter anyway.

Oh, is that what Kelly said?

I thought you were shockproof.

More wine?

Maybe you should check her ID.

Or is that fake, too?

How could you do this to me?

Is this some kind
of high school prank?

Jason, I'm sorry.

Look, I thought--

You thought wrong.

I should sue your parents.

Yes.

Excuse me.

Bring me the check.

Turn left here.

Yeah.

Tell me, Brenda,

was it fun playing grownup?

My feelings for you
didn't change

just because I'm younger
than you thought I was.

What the hell do you know
about feelings?

A lot. I would never
tell anyone I liked them

and then treat them
how you're treating me.

Just wait until somebody
you thought you cared about

lies to you.

Don't you think
it was hard on me, too Jason?

Lying to my family
about where I was going,

and I'm flunking out of school?

All for what?

I can't believe it. I was going
to sleep with you tonight.

You were going to be
the first guy...

Never mind.

- Brenda.
- No, get off me.

I'm glad this happened!

- At least...
- No just leave me alone,

I don't wanna see you again!

Mom, I'm so sorry.

Oh, baby. It's all right, honey.

Oh.

It's OK, sweetie.

It's OK.

I know, I know.

I never meant to lie to you.

I know you didn't, honey.

I know.

Who is he, Brenda?

Some guy.

Kelly and I went to a club.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

It's my fault, too. I just...

I knew things weren't right.
I just...

Oh, I wanted you
to be happy here,

to fit in, but...

Not like this.

I know.

It's all right.
It's all right.

What's going on? What's wrong?

Nothing.

Umm, do you guys mind
if I talk about this later?

I've got catching up to do
on my chemistry.

Oh, sure.
- OK.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you going to tell me
what happened?

It's a long story.

I'm not going anywhere.

Brandon, do you mind if
I save it for when you're older?

What do you mean? I am older.

By 30 seconds, remember?

It's just when you get
to be our age,

girls are more mature.

Oh.

Well, if that's
the way you want it.

Thanks. And someday I will
tell you almost everything.

Forget it.

I've already lost interest.

I miss Minneapolis.

No, you don't.

Yeah, I do.

Nothing was this complicated.

Brenda, did you...?

No.

Did you?

Uh...

No.

I didn't think so.

Brandon, are we
going to make it here?

Well...

The houses are bigger,
the weather's warmer,

and the tan lines
are outstanding, but...

it doesn't mean they've cracked
the meaning of life.

Know what I mean?

Yeah, I know.

Would you have told me
if you did?