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Believe it or not.
That was 90 seconds.

Not a long time by any means,

but certainly long enough
for any garden-variety criminal

to rob your house,

rob you bat-blind.

It's not my intention
to frighten you.

I'm simply trying to point out

that in that same 90 seconds,

an armed guard

from the West Beverly
Hills Patrol

would've been at your doorstep.

Before I take any questions,

I'd like to thank our hosts
of the evening

also, they are our newest
subscribers, Jack

and Candy Welsh.

It's Walsh.

Jim and Cindy Walsh.

So all you do is press
those code numbers

into this keypad like this,

and bingo, you're online.

Well, now we can sleep at night.

Huh, don't get me started.

This was your mother's idea.

Oh, and if you need
another block captain

for the neighborhood watch...

Say no more.

We need all the help we can get.

- Well, you heard what he said.
- I know.

Well, that's why we felt
we should become involved.

The Lieberman house was broken
into in broad daylight.

- That's horrible.
- Mm.

I don't think we've met
the Liebermans.

Well,
you haven't missed anything.

But the worst is that Kaplan
over at 1410, ugh,

with those barking dogs

that he runs off the leash,

and have you heard the latest?

Well, the new people have moved
into the old Walker house.

Oh, what are they like?

Oh, you'll see.

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep knocking
At your door ♪

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep coming back
For more... ♪

♪ Back for more ♪

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I say, hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep knocking
At your door ♪

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep coming back
For more... ♪

♪ Back for more ♪

Ah, he's lookin' cool.

He's drivin' cool.

For Steve Sanders,
the world is one huge clam.

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep comin' back
For more... ♪

Dylan, your mom has been here

for three weeks so far.

Am I ever gonna meet her?

Bren, you've gotta trust me,

you do not want
to meet this woman.

Come on.
She cannot be all that weird.

No, of course not, Bren.

I mean, I know everybody's
parents listen to tapes

of wind chimes in the car.

Wind chimes?

♪ Again ♪

♪ I say, hello, again... ♪

Good morning, Andrea.

What are you talking about?

It's a great morning!

I think we have finally found
ourselves

a staff photographer.

I told you someone would
come out

of the woodwork.

Yeah, well, fortunately,
for all of us,

somebody did.

- Who?
- Robinson 16 III.

Ah, yes. Robinson Ashe III.

Splendid chap.

Not to be confused
with Robinson Ashe IV,

of course, or for that matter,
Robinson Ashe V.

I don't care what his name is.

He's by far
the best photographer

this school has had. Look
at these "Lifestyle" shots

he submitted, Brandon.
They're great!

Here, look at this one.

Huh?

Can he shoot sports?

I don't know.
Why don't you ask him?

I think he has Tech this period.

What's he like?

Well, actually,

I haven't had the chance
to meet him yet, but...

Oh, Andrea. Please, Brandon,

you're much better with
new people than I am.

You know how intense I get.

Besides, now that
you're the Editorial Board,

I think it's time that
you started making some

of the tough calls yourself.

Fine.

But what if I don't like him?

Well, why wouldn't you like him?
You like practically everybody.

Yeah, I know,
but I've never had to deal

with a real live
"Robinson Ashe III" before.

Well, if you truly
don't like him...

maybe you'll learn to like him?

Thanks, Andrea.

Anytime.

Robinson Ashe, I presume.

Yo, what can I do for you?

Oh, you're Robinson?

- You got that right.
- Hey, I'm Brandon Walsh,

the sports editor
for the West Beverly Blaze.

I hear you're pretty good
with a camera.

Just pretty good?

Or good enough to become
the next staff photographer

of the West Beverly Blaze?

How's it going, Chief?

I don't know, man.

It's a lot tougher
than I expected.

A lot tougher.

But you know, I think
most of it's in focus.

Well, what's the problem?

You know, it's hard to say,

but I think the main problem is,

you don't know when I'm goofing.

Score one for the kid, man.

Look, have no fear,
with me taking the pictures,

your only problem
is going to be choosing

which one is gonna be the best.

That's what I like
about you, Ashe.

You're so modest.

And yet so good
at everything I do.

Listen, man,
no rush on the film.

Drop it off tomorrow, okay?

All right. Ah, Brandon.

Um, can I ask you
a personal favor?

Do you by any chance
live north of Wilshire?

Uh-huh.

Can I get a ride home
with you today?

Look, man, this is, uh...

It's pretty tough for me
to say, but, uh...

Yeah, look, hey, man,

if it's... it's not cool,
it's not a problem.

No, no, listen, it is a problem,

and I'll tell you
what the problem is.

See, you don't know
when I'm goofing.

You're good, Walsh.

Yeah, you got that right.

So where exactly do you live,
Robinson Ashe III?

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Oh, this is so sweet of you.
Come in.

No, listen, I know how
hectic moving day is.

I don't want to keep you,
but I just wanted to come over

and introduce myself.

I'm Cindy Walsh.
We live a few houses down.

I'm Felicity Ashe,
and we live here.

I love your house.

It's my favorite
in the whole neighborhood.

Well, thank you.

Come back and visit us anytime.

Uh, we should have
all the boxes unpacked

sometime between now
and the next five years.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

When we moved here
from Minneapolis last summer.

We still got crates
in the garage.

Well, I'll tell you what,
if we ever finish here,

I'll come and help you unpack.

- I might take you up on that.
- Do.

But until then, please,

if you need anything, just call.

Thanks, thanks, Cindy, will do.

Oh, and I hope you don't mind,

but I brought along a pamphlet

from the West Beverly Hills
Patrol.

I'm the new block captain
for the neighborhood watch.

Oh.

Well, it's not like
Beverly Hills

has a major crime problem
or anything,

but, uh, there have been
some incidents

- this month.
- Oh, we heard.

In fact, my husband thinks

it's a good thing
all these break-ins started

before we moved in.

He was joking, of course.

Oh, oh, I knew that.

Yeah, I do believe

I can get used to the hills

of Beverly real fast.

I don't think I'll ever
get used to this place.

Well, that's because you
never lived in the 'hood.

It must be pretty
rough down there, huh?

Yeah, well, it can
get sticky sometimes,

but you know,
as long as I can remember,

my papa's been promising my mom

he'd buy a house
in Beverly Hills.

You gotta dap him, man.
He came through big-time.

What does your father do?

You ever heard
of Poppa's Popcorn?

Yeah, my sister
only lives on the stuff.

Well, that's his company.

Your dad is the "Poppa"
of Poppa's Popcorn?

"Positively finger- poppin'
the old-fashioned way."

So, you think
your papa's got

some free samples lying around

for all his hungry
new neighbors?

From what I can tell,

Papa might have
a lifetime supply for you

if you can let his son ride

to school with you
in the mornings.

Yeah, I think
that can probably be arranged

once in a while.

All right, then, uh,
you want the, uh,

extra-light, super-crispy

or new and improved Cajun Spicy?

Surprise me.

Cool.

Catch you later then, neighbor.

All right, man, go easy.

Look what you did!

Look, what I did?!
What, are you insane?!

You rammed into me.

This is a brand-new car.

Yeah, well,
this is a classic car.

Give me your license.

- No.
- What do you mean "no"?!

We just had an accident.
We gotta report it.

Listen, I don't have
to do nothing till I talk

to my father, whom you
better believe

is going to put your head
on a platter

and serve it to his lawyers
for breakfast.

Yeah, well,
my father's no slouch either.

By the time we get
finished with you,

you're gonna wish
you never graduated

from driver's training.

We'll see.

Yeah, we'll see.

I can't believe what
I'm hearing here.

Why should I have to pay

for something that
wasn't my fault?

Brandon, I already
told you, I will pay for it.

It's a non-issue.
So let's drop it.

But there's a principle
involved here, Dad.

What's involved here
is a minor accident,

where no one was injured

so let's walk away from it

with our heads held high

and our insurance premiums
intact.

Fine. Why don't
we just roll over

with our tails between
our legs while we're at it?

He's your son. You talk to him.

- Dad. Wait.
- Wa... Brandon, look.

Even if it is her fault,
and I'm sure it was,

I mean, this is not
the kind of message

I want to be sending
to these people.

Honey, we lived
here for two months

before anybody on the block
even deigned to talk to us.

That's probably
because we're from Minnesota.

Very funny, Brenda,

but the fact is
they're our neighbors now.

And we have to try
to get along with them.

We have to learn
to live with them.

- But--
- Brandon, I'm sorry...

... that's the way I feel,
and that's the way it is gonna be.

You know why they're
doing this, don't you?

Yeah, for free popcorn?

Ha, ha, ha. You know the worst
part about it is that girl's

gotta be gloating
right about now.

But, Daddy,
it was his fault!

I sincerely doubt that,

the way you drive
like a bat out of hell.

I told you not to buy her
a sports car.

This is an A and B conversation.

C your way out of it, please.

Robbie, hush.

I'll call the insurance company
in the morning.

If you won't sue
him, Daddy, I will.

Look here, Sherice,

we didn't move to Beverly Hills

so you could make
a spectacle of yourself.

Right. We moved
here so we all could

become a whiter shade of pale.

Sherice.

That is cruel and untrue.

What am I supposed to tell them
back in Inglewood when they ask

why we moved out?

How about telling
them the truth?

How about tell them that one
of the reasons we moved out

was to put as many
miles between you

and that Devo Demars character,

with whom I know
you're still hanging about?

Busted.

Shrimp, you're working
my last nerve, okay?

So why don't you
take that last nerve

over to the Walshes

and tell that young man
that your father insists

on paying for the damages.

- But, Daddy--
- No buts.

Just go.

My papa told me to talk to you.

Yeah, well,
mine told me to talk to you.

So talk.

You first.

My father insists
on paying for everything.

So does mine.

Well, if your father's
anything like mine,

I just might have to be nice
to you, out of pity.

Don't do my any favors now.

Hey, hey, if it were up to me,

we would be having
an appointment with Judge Wapner

and The People's Court.

- Judge Wapner?
- Yes.

I'm Brandon.

I'm Sherice.

Welcome to Beverly Hills,
Sherice.

Thank you, Brandon.

Tell me, does everyone
in Beverly Hills

drive like a raving lunatic?

No, just you.

- Jim. Jim.
- Cindy.

- Call the Security Patrol.
- Cindy!

Call them!

It's probably Brandon.

Hey, Mom,
what's the keypad number?

This is a very loud way
to wake up in the morning!

I know, Mom. I'm sorry.

I just wanted to go
for a bike ride before school.

Well, if you'd paid
attention the other night

instead of just clowning
around with your sister,

you'd know
how to turn this thing off!

I thought the number was 2514.

It is 2514!

Well,
that's the number I punched in!

Mom, how come
nothing's happening?

I'm sorry,
I still don't quite see

why we can't turn
the alarm off directly?

Nice work, Champ.

Hey, all I did
was open the door!

- Oh, sure, Brandon.
- Here, here, let me try.

Uh, just a minute.
Uh, hold on a second.

Hello.

No, Mrs. Cooper.

No, there's nothing
to worry about.

I have the Security Police
on the other line.

No, nothing's wrong,

the alarm just seems
to be stuck.

Thank you, thank you.

- Dad.
- For my next trick,

I will pull a rabbit
out of my hat.

No, do the one where
you make Mrs. Cooper disappear.

Uh, no, yes.

No, no, Mrs. Cooper--

Hey, it may be funny now,
but I'm telling you,

before you guys came downstairs,

Mom was borderline touch-and-go.

Brandon, Mom may
be a little crazed about

all these burglaries, but she's
definitely not wigging on us.

No, I didn't say that.

She's just stressed, that's all.

Oh, my God.

I don't believe this.

Sherice, babe.

You got to settle down,

or you're gonna die
behind the wheel

and take me out with you.

Sorry, Brandon,
I didn't see you.

Well, that's
'cause you weren't looking.

You're right. You're right.

It's just
that I'm late for school.

Well, where do you go, USC,

or the Mario Andretti
School of Unsafe Driving?

Brandon,
I'm still in high school.

Wait a second,
if you go to West Beverly,

how come I'm driving
your brother to school?

'Cause I go to Baldwin.

Where's that?

Near where we used to live.

A long way to drive, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

- So, nice talking to you.
- Oh, wait a second.

Why don't you go
to West Beverly?

"I wouldn't go to West Beverly

"if it was the last hellhole
in the galaxy.

"Too many cashed-up snobs."

And you should've heard the way

she dissed
on everybody at Beverly.

I can relate to that one.

It's not what she said,
it's how she said it.

And you got to remember,
this is coming from a girl

who's driving around
in a brand-new convertible,

courtesy of her papa, the Poppa.

Positively finger- poppin'?

The same. We're talking
beaucoup bucks here.

Princesses come in
all shapes and sizes.

And colors.

But you say that
she's a good student.

According to Robbie,
she's always complaining

that her classes
aren't hard enough.

And here she has a chance
to go to a great school,

and she trashes it.

That is exactly what
interests me about her story.

What story?

Brandon, here I am
lying through my teeth

about living in district
so I can come here,

and she's driving halfway
across the universe to avoid it.

What story?

No,
there's a story lurking there.

I'm just not quite sure
what it is yet.

When you find it, Ace,
you be sure and let me know.

Brandon,
all I'm asking you to do

is have a simple
conversation with her.

But that means
I'd have to talk to her,

which is not something
I want to rush back into.

And believe me,
the feeling is very mutual.

Then why don't you ask
Robbie to help you?

I'm sure he'd love that.

Look, if he truly wants to be
the next staff photographer...

he'll help you.

Why is it that
every time I look up,

that Robbie kid has
a telephoto lens pointed at me?

Yeah, just what
this campus needs, paparazzi.

You know, he kind of reminds me
of David Silver.

I mean, except he's black.

I didn't know David Silver
was black.

- Shut up.
- I don't know,

but I think Brandon has a thing
for his older sister.

Mr. Ashe, how you doing today?

Good timing, Walsh.

I just framed your twin sister
for a prize winner.

Speaking of sisters, uh,

this is gonna
sound kind of weird,

but Andrea wants me
to interview yours.

- Interview Sherice?
- If it's all right with you.

No, I have no problem
with the concept, man.

It's just that, uh,

it's Sherice
you got to worry about.

Why's that?

You really want the truth?

Always.

You see, it may be
different with you,

but the truth
is Sherice really isn't

that crazy about white people.

Wonderful.

Tamale Heaven.

Ramon, it's me.
Can I speak to him?

Sure thing, love.

- Devo!
- Yo.

Popcorn.

Tell her I'm busy.

He'll be right with you.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Mom, you look terrific!

Oh, thank you.

Robbie, I just left you a note.

You're on your own
for dinner tonight.

Poppa's being honored
by the Chamber of Commerce.

But, Mom, I invited Brandon
over to eat with us.

So you're Brandon.

Robbie and Reesie have
had plenty to say about you.

Well, then half of what
you heard is probably true.

Okay, we won't be late.

Say hi to your mom for me, okay?

Will do.

Uh, Mom, is there
anything to eat

besides you know what?

Maybe Brandon would
like to try our Cajun Light?

Aw, Mom!

What? It won't be

in the store for months.

- It would be my pleasure.
- Good.

You tell me what you think.

All right, good-bye, everyone.

I swear, that woman
tries to turn

all my friends into guinea pigs.

So feed me.

Don't you want to see me?

Look, you know I do.

But what do you want me
to come way up

into Beverly Hills for, huh?

So your old man can kill me?

He can't kill what he can't see.

They're not coming back
till late.

We could practically spend
the whole night together.

Well, uh, look, I got
to close up here tonight,

- you know what I'm saying?
- What about later?

I just think I should lay
low because, you know,

with my brothers in town,

they might be trying to run
some mind games on Mom's,

you know what I'm saying?

It's always something with you,
isn't it, Devo?

- Sherice...
- You know, if you want to...

... break up, that's fine.

Just don't use Beverly Hills
as your excuse.

Come on now, Sherice.

I can take a hint.

Sucker.

How long have you
been standing there?

Uh, I was just waiting
for Robbie

to bring out the popcorn.

And eavesdropping
on my private conversation?

No, I wasn't. Not really.

All I know
is you have a boyfriend

who detests Beverly Hills
about as much as you do.

First of all,
I don't have a boyfriend.

And second of all,
I don't detest Beverly Hills.

Oh, that's right. What was it
you said to me this morning?

"FYI, Brandon,

Beverly Hills
ain't heaven on Earth."

What was that about, Reesie?

It was about putting
you on the defensive.

And don't ever call
me " Reesie."

You are brutal.

Sorry about that.

Well, you should be.

I'm a nice guy.

No, really I am.

My mom told me so.

What else did she tell you?

She told me to look both ways

before crossing the street

and always
be polite to the ladies.

In all shades and colors?

Never stopped me before.

Hey, look, I couldn't
find the Cajun Spicy,

so I cooked us up
some extra crispy.

Thanks, but there's been
a slight change of plans.

I'm gonna take your sister
out to eat tonight.

She agreed to be interviewed?

Well, actually,
I didn't bring it up.

I figured we'd get to know
each other first,

and, uh, see what happens,
if it's all right with you.

Yeah, sure.

It's cool with me.

I got two cousins
working in Beverly Hills.

Same house different wings.

Wings, man.

The house is so big
they got to fly

from one end to the other.

Oh, I crack me up.

Fly.

Go see your girl, man.
I got you covered.

You think
I should give her a call, man?

A call?

Yeah. Yo, come on, man.

Devo, where's your
sense of romance, homey?

What she wants is for you
to show up at her doorstep

with flowers
and some strawberry yogurt.

So what's up? Talk to me.

You gonna lend me your ride?

Now you're talking.

But you got to change
that shirt.

What's up?

You're going to Beverly Hills.

A green one, for money.

- This is Sherice.
- Hi.

This is David,
Donna and Dylan.

You can just call
us the three D's.

I don't think so.

Well, it-it's nice to meet you,
Sherice.

This is my sister Brenda.

She was in the car you tried
to take out this morning.

Sorry about that.

Oh, that's okay.

Hey, I like what you're wearing.

- Thanks.
- And I love

the way you wear it.

I'm Steve Sanders.

And you're definitely
better-looking

- than your brother.
- I hope so.

- And this is Kelly.
- Hi.

I love what you're wearing.

Thank you.

Uh, you want to sit down?

This is very hip, Brandon.

Very hip.

273, no, 274.

Operator, yeah, just give me
Robinson Ashe in Beverly Hills.

While you're at it, let me
have an exact address.

It's a new listing.

What? It's not listed?

Well, that figures. I mean,
I should have known this old man

wasn't gonna have his digits
in the phone book, uh--

No, no, it's okay.

I'm just gonna have to wing it.

My husband must have
accidentally set it off!

We don't know why!

I don't know why we ever
installed this damn thing

in the first place.

Oh, what was that, Mrs. Cooper?

Oh, no, you didn't have
to call the Security Patrol!

She did what?

Oh, oh. It's okay, honey,

it was not because of us!

It's because Mr. Kaplan's dogs

are barking too loud!

Oh, of course, the dogs.

I can really hear them barking.

Jim!

Honey, way to go.

Mrs. Cooper, I have to go now.

Get out of here. Skip. Good boy.

Get out of here. Just get out.

- Get out. Quick. Yeah.
- Hey!

Hold it.

Don't you like animals, kid?

Well, I can take 'em
or leave 'em,

but, uh, I work
at this tamale stand,

so they must smell
the meat, you know?

Yeah, where are you
going so fast, huh?

I'm going to see my girlfriend.

What's her address?

She lives on Hillcrest Drive.

I don't know the exact address,

but the name is Ashe.

We better call BHPD,

have 'em come
and check out our friend here.

Oh, give me a break.
What you gonna do?

Are you going to arrest me
for walking on a public street?

What's in the bag?

Yogurt.

Keep your hands to the side.

Well, check it out. Hey.

Hey, get your hands off me, man!

You responsible for all
those burglaries, my man?

What burglaries, man?
Look, I ain't done nothing.

Shut up!

Give me a reason.

Robbie called when
you were in the shower.

His mom's going to
take him to school.

Oh, okay.

You know I really liked Sherice.
Everybody did.

Do you think she liked us?

Yeah, she even liked Steve.

I think it was me
she didn't like.

Oh, she wouldn't let you
kiss her good night, huh?

I think she has a boyfriend.

Oh, that's a different story.

Yeah, it is.

That's terrible.
That's terrible!

When did the police leave?

Well, was anyone else injured?

What happened?

Your mother's speaking
to Mrs. Cooper right now,

so I don't know
how viable any of this is,

but apparently,
there was a prowler

outside the Ashe home
last night,

who turned out to be a friend
of the daughter's, you know,

the crazy one
with the sports car.

Yeah, I know who she is, Dad.

I took her out last night.

You did?

Yeah.

Is there some kind of problem
with that?

No.

- I'm just surprised, that's all.
- Why?

Well, because, uh, two days ago,

you were ready
to drag her into court.

- Well--
- Anyway, can you guys...

... just tell me what happened?

What happened
is the Security Patrol

was called
and all hell broke loose.

This is a real mess.

Morning.

Yo, man, didn't Brenda tell you?

My mom's taking me
to school today.

Oh, yeah, she told me.

We just heard
about what went down

with the Security Patrol.

Oh, well, that.

It's not a big thing,
you know that.

Well, my mom didn't
know all the details,

but, uh, didn't the cops come?

You know, to tell you the truth,
man, I really don't know.

I was sleeping mostly.

Well, you must be
a pretty heavy sleeper, pal.

- Wasn't there a squad car--
- Look.

Like I said,
I really don't know.

Now, look, why don't we
just forget about it,

you know what I'm saying?

Oh, hold on a second, man.

How's Sherice doing?

I guess she's doing okay.

Um, look, I gotta go.
I'll catch you later.

- All right.
- Okay?

We have rules
in this house, young lady.

There are rules in this house
and you broke them all.

How many times
have we specifically told you

to stop seeing Devo Demars?

I wasn't even here
when it happened, Daddy.

What are you trying to sell me?

That this was some
random coincidence

that, that no class bum
gets himself

into a fight with the police

in front of our house
while you're out gallivanting.

We went out to get a hamburger.

You got a problem with that?

You'd like Brandon, honey.

Yeah, maybe I would...

but what I don't like
is being lied to.

What I don't like is my daughter

sneaking around
with a high school dropout.

What am I supposed to do?

You set the rules. You tell me
I can't go out with this one.

You tell me I can't
go out with that one.

Black, white,
it doesn't make a difference.

No one is ever
good enough for you.

That's enough out of your
smart mouth, young lady.

None of this would have happened

if you didn't invite
that thug here

in the first place.

What are the neighbors
going to say?

Who cares
what the neighbors think?

I care.

Your mother and I
didn't work all these years

to buy a house in Beverly Hills

so that we would be put
under a microscope.

Look, Sherice,
if I am hard on you,

it's because I love you.

Well, I'm sure this will
all blow over soon.

By this time tomorrow, the whole
thing will be forgotten forever.

Hey, buddy. Hey, Steve-o.

Hey, Kellster,
what's happening?

Why don't you tell us?

Huh?

We were just wondering
what happened last night.

I wish I knew.

This PR guy
at the police department's

been giving me
the runaround all morning.

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Sherice. What about Sherice?

We were just wondering
if there's any

jungle fever happening.

You know, you two really ought

to consider getting
back together again.

What's his problem?

Look, I know you're
a guy with a mission,

but I can't put the paper
to bed without a sports page.

Yeah, sorry,
I'll put it together.

The police won't
release any details

'cause it turns out the guy
wasn't actually arrested.

If he wasn't arrested,
what's the story?

What's the story?

The story is a young black guy

gets detained and harassed
on a public street

for no apparent reason other
than the color of his skin,

and nobody wants
to talk about it.

Wait a minute, wait.
What are you saying?

That, that there's
a cover-up going on here?

No, all I'm saying is that

some of these private security
guards are like loose cannons.

Who are they accountable
to anyway?

I think you'd better talk
to the guy they stopped.

First I've got to find out
his name.

That would help.

Hey, Robbie. I've been looking
all over for you, man.

You weren't in Tech class.

I came in a little late
this morning.

Hey, listen, uh,

I was hoping maybe
you could help me out.

Do you know Sherice's friend,
the one that got hassled?

- Yeah.
- What's his name?

Look, man, I thought we
were going to forget about that.

What, and pretend
nothing happened?

Sounds like a plan to me.

Robbie, I need to interview
this guy, and I--

I'd like it if you could tell me
how I can get in touch with him.

Now, come on, Brandon.

Why are you going to make
this thing worse than it is?

My parents are steamed
up enough. You know that.

Yeah, I know, but the truth is
this isn't about your parents.

This is about
breaking a news story.

If you want to be our
new staff photographer,

I suggest you find
a way to help me out here.

Well, if you put it that way,

I strongly suggest you find
yourself a new photographer.

Hey, come on, man.
What's your problem?

My problem is you, man.

You are a user
and I'm sick of it.

You blatantly used me
to get my sister.

- No, that's not true.
- Yes, it is!

You use every opportunity
you can find

to make me painfully aware
that when you look at me,

you don't see
the new kid on the block.

You see the new black kid
on the block.

And I hate to tell you this,
but in my eyes,

that doesn't make you
a whole hell of a lot different

than those dudes
at the Security Patrol.

The guy
practically called me a racist

and he did call me a user.

It's bogus, man, it...

It's pure BS.

What? Y-You think I use people?

You think I'm a racist?

No, Brandon, of course not.

You promise you won't get mad?

Go on.

If you didn't think
there was a kernel of truth

to what he was saying,

you probably
wouldn't be so angry.

Sherice.

You got a minute?

Is this off the record
or on the record?

I guess Robbie told you
about the article, huh?

The moment I got home
last night.

Right after he told me
Devo got busted.

I'm sorry. I should have said
something--

Yeah, you should have,

but then I should have known
better than to go out

with a boy from Beverly Hills.

Look, Sherice,
when I asked you out,

I didn't ask you out
as a reporter.

I asked you out as a friend,

or at least someone who
wanted to become your friend.

Yeah, well, if you truly
want to become my friend,

get out of here before
my papa grounds me

for another month.

Sherice.

That damn alarm.

You better rush home
and call the Security Patrol.

For all you know,

a Negro might be breaking
into your house.

Okay, okay, fine, you win.

I'm the bad guy.

I'm the biggest bastard
in the history

of Beverly Hills, all right?

You can say or think anything
you want about me.

I don't care.

But what happened
to your friend Devo

on this street last night
was wrong!

Now, I want to write
a story about it,

but I need you to tell me
how I can get in touch with him.

Go home, Brandon.

Mrs. Cooper, Mrs. Cooper,
you're not listening to me!

There is no need to call
the Security Patrol

because they're already here!

Yes, yes, they're in the other
room trying to locate

what keeps
setting this thing off!

If you and Dad don't
disconnect that thing, I will.

It's embarrassing,
Mom, it really is.

Yes, yes, Mrs. Cooper,
I'm still here!

Do you have any earplugs?!

Really. And you know
the irony of all this?

That Sherice's friend probably

wouldn't have even been hassled

if the Security Patrol
had not come here

to answer our false alarm!

Ugh, it's about time.

This kind of thing
never happens.

We're replacing
all the circuits.

Clearly, something's defective.

Clearly.

Listen, you and your family
have all been very patient.

I appreciate it, okay?

Anything I can
do for you, just...

A-Actually,
maybe there is something

you could do.

When your security
officers detain someone,

do they fill out a report?

Sure, yeah.

Hey,
where are you going so fast?

Tamale Heaven.

Hmm. Sounds delish.

I'll let you know.

Hey, is it that new place
on Charleville?

- No, it's south.
- Where?

It's south.
It's somewhere between

Watts and the airport, I think.

Why are you going there?

It's where Sherice's
boyfriend works.

I want to try to get
an interview with him.

This is going to sound
kind of beat,

but is it safe for you
to go there by yourself?

- Well, we'll see.
- Brandon!

I know you love playing
Woodward and Bernstein,

but I think you're getting way
over your head here.

- Thanks.
- Brandon...

Brenda, just stay out of it.
It's got nothing to do with you.

Fine. Just go.

♪ I roll downtown,
To eat around chow ♪

♪ Blowing, vibing
To surround sounds ♪

♪ Not knowing ♪

♪ Quite the candidate I found ♪

♪ So I approached her
With an open mind ♪

♪ And nice smile
"I'm Toussant" ♪

- ♪ "What's your name?" ♪
- ♪ Janelle ♪

♪ Girl, you got a build
That'll make a nigga kill ♪

- ♪ Be careful ♪
- ♪ I'm kidding, ♪

♪ I got a sick sense of humor ♪

♪ And I wish
I would have got here sooner ♪

- ♪ I'm kind of in a rush ♪
- ♪ Well, why you blush? ♪

♪ I mean, I let you go
I ain't gonna tie you up ♪

♪ What? You look surprised ♪

♪ That's why
Your eye rolled off ♪

♪ I can't chase you ♪

♪ If you don't want
To be caught ♪

♪ Let's be adults about it ♪

♪ Exchange information ♪

♪ Later on
We prolong this conversation ♪

♪ I got your numbers
I'll hit you in a few ♪

♪ And we'll find something
To get into ♪

♪ Show me
What you're working with ♪

♪ You don't know? ♪

♪ Tell me if you hurting it ♪

♪ Yeah, for sho ♪

♪ Tell me
Who you're flirting with ♪

♪ You, baby... ♪

- ♪ Can a nigga burst it? ♪
- ♪ Maybe ♪

What's up, fellas?

So what are we trying
to accomplish here?

Didn't Ramon warn you all

about mashin'
hangin' around here?

Your whole posse
know what's up, man.

Y'all keep this up,
you're gonna get busted.

If y'all packin' or carrying,
I strongly suggest

y'all step off before
the man gets here.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Oh, you're larger
than life now, huh?

The siren don't mean
nothin' to you, huh?

Move!

If you're lookin' to score,

I strongly suggest you go back
to your side of the hill.

You hear me?

♪ Just for show ♪

♪ Shit, it's a first time
For everything ♪

♪ I gave her a hit
To perfect my scheme... ♪

Hey, I'm not a doper, man.

I'm a friend of Sherice's.

More like a neighbor.

You're Devo, right?

Devo Demars?

Who wants to know?

I'm Brandon Walsh.

I'm a reporter
for my school newspaper

at West Beverly High.

I live down the block
from Sherice.

I know what went down
last night, man.

I want to do
an interview with you.

With all due respect,
you don't have a damn idea

about what went down here
last night.

You got that?

They did that to you,
didn't they?

What, this? Oh, no.

You know, my moms
accidentally rolled over me

with her Rolls Royce.

Seriously, man,

did the Security Patrol
jack you up,

or was it the city cops?

Did you say, "Jack you up?"

You've been reading your
Spike Lee handbook, haven't you?

Hey, pal, you think you can
drop the attitude long enough

- to tell me what happened?
- Why should I, man?

Because it's an important story.

What is, man? You tell me.

Being in the wrong place
at the wrong time,

or being in the wrong place
at the wrong time

with the wrong color?

Do you think for one minute
it would've been any different

for you out there, if I hadn't
chased these guys off, huh?

It's not the same thing.

Yes, it is, man!
Wake up, all right?

They don't roll out welcome
mats for my kind

in Beverly Hills,

and you should not feel free

to roam around these
alleyways, either.

Yeah, but that doesn't
make it right, does it?

Of course it doesn't
make it right, man.

It makes it the kind of world
that we live in today.

I came down here, I heard
this guy on the radio,

talking about
that Rodney King incident.

You know, the guy that got
beat up by the LAPD?

Yeah, I know who he is.

Well, the amazing thing
wasn't what happened, Blondie.

Because, see, that happens
every day down here.

The amazing thing
was the whole thing

got peeped out
by somebody's home video camera.

Excuse me.

♪ Maybe ♪

♪ She said
If it go any further ♪

♪ Call backup ♪

♪ I act up
And might claw you back up ♪

♪ All this talk
About love-making... ♪

So what are you saying, Devo?

We should let
bygones be bygones?

Well, hey, I mean,
it's a kinder,

gentler nation, right?

Oh, give me a break, man.

You're so full of it, you stink.

You look me in the eye, and tell
me this doesn't make you angry.

Look, man, it makes
me angry, all right?

More important, it makes me sad.

♪ Got excited
And really couldn't hide it ♪

You want a story, Blondie?

I got a story for you,
all right?

My mother,
who means the world to me,

had to go out and beg for money,
man, in the middle of the night

to pay for a taxi to bring
her into Beverly Hills, man.

I will never, ever forget
the expression on her face

when she rolled in
that emergency room.

My mom has four boys. Four.

Two of them are in prison,

the other one's on the pipe,
and then there's me, man.

I'm the one she never
had to worry about.

All I do is try to please her,
man, and make her proud.

I try to do what's right.

Brandon!

Look, what are you doing here?

Well, after you left,

Robbie just happened
to be walking by, so...

here we are.

Kind of beat, huh?

No.

It's kind of nice.

You all right?

Oh, this?

Yeah.

Don't even worry about it, baby.

Mama says I'll always
be handsome now.

It's just a minor setback.

We got to talk, Devo.

I know.

Look, you want a tamale?

- Right.
- Oh. Well, you liked 'em before.

Well, I guess this means

you're going through
with your big exposé, huh?

You know, I don't know anymore.

Well, I think
you should put it out there,

and if you do,
there's some pictures

that your trusty
staff photographer's been taking

that you ought to look at.

I'd like that.

You know what I'd like, guys?

You guys have got
to try the Extra-Crispy.

No, Cajun Spicy is the best,
and no calories.

Hmm.

- What?
- Oh!

You're hysterical.

You know what I want to taste?

Popcorn in yogurt sauce.

Ew!

Oh, yeah.

We-We be sure to tell Poppa
about that recipe.

Well, I hate to tell
you this, but, um,

he's got that recipe already,
and it'll be out by Christmas.

Are you kidding?

Yeah. Psych!

Do you know how good
your paper looks this week?

Yeah, we know,
but you can, uh, tell us again.

The article is really great,
Brandon.

Thanks, Bren.

Hey, wait.
Especially the pictures.

Oh, especially the pictures.

You know,
I like this part right here.

"It's when we stop looking

"at the human
race as individuals,

we, as a generation,
are in trouble."

Eloquently put.

Well, I'm glad you liked it.

Cindy, I got your note,

and needless to say,
I am very disappointed.

Look, Mrs. Cooper,
I'm really sorry,

but I can't talk right now.
We've got company.

To impulsively just
cancel your contract

with our security patrol

because of one
questionable incident--

Look, Mrs. Cooper,

I don't mean to be rude,
but what this family does

and why we do it
is really no concern of yours.

And you know, I met
Mr. Kaplan, and I like his dogs.

Good-bye.

Professional game I went to,
1965 World Series.

Uh, Koufax versus
the Twins, right?

- What would you think about...?
- Yeah.

Yeah, right, I'll bet
you're a Twins fan, huh?

Sherice, what's up?

- Same old same old.
- Where are you going?

Tamale Heaven.

I thought that place
was off-limits.

Uh, not anymore.

Ever since you did your article
on Devo,

my Dad's been rediscovering
his roots.

Glad to help.

Thanks.

So, what did you
think of the article?

I think my brother's
an excellent photographer.

Oh.

You are brutal.

Drive safely, Brandon.

I thought that was supposed
to be my line.