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This is Brandon's locker.

Uh, not anymore,

they just assigned it to me.

But, uh, I could be Brandon
if you want.

Morning, Andrea.

Brandon,
what are you doing over here?

Well, I heard locker
values appreciate quicker

on this side of the quad.

Oh, you mean,

you're ducking Emily.

I just don't wanna deal
with it right now.

Brandon, avoidance is how
you're dealing with it.

I don't know, I'm just not
an in-your-face type of guy.

Hey, Bran,

why don't you get that ugly mug

out of my face.

Man, what did you have
for breakfast,

a skunk McMuffin?

That's my fave.

- Good morning, campers.
- Morning, ladies.

Before I sign off, remember,

Beverly High may trounce
West Beverly High

at the annual homecoming game
next week,

but that doesn't mean
we can't have

the best floats
in the whole parade.

So get out your chicken wire,
your toilet paper,

and we'll see you at halftime.

Do we really have
to enter this contest?

Yes. It'll be fun.

You guys, I'm not exactly

a member of the pep club either,

but, you know, I really think

we have a chance of winning.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

So can we have
the lumber delivered

- to your house?
- Whoa.

- Wait a minute.
- Hold on, Brandon.

You're the only
family in Beverly Hills

that actually has tools
in their tool shed.

Are Brenda and Dylan
committed to the...

Brandon?

Huh? Oh, uh, yeah.

Actually, Brenda
designed the, uh, float.

In that case, we'll be there.

See ya.

- See ya, bro.
- Later.

Andrea, you don't feel like

editing the sports
page today, do ya?

It's not gonna get any easier

unless you tell her the truth.

Yeah.

"And have you noticed
that all the rich kids

north of Sunset
have the biggest egos

and the smallest brains?"

Oh, God, don't tell me.

'Fraid so.
Phantom pen pal strikes again.

What's this, like,
the fourth letter we've gotten?

Are you kidding?
This is like, the seventh

in the last two weeks.

I think we should give this guy

- his own column.
- You would, Griffin.

No, no,
this is pure social satire.

"Wouldn't it be hysterical
to see

what your basic
West Beverly princesses would do

if somebody slashed their
BMW convertibles to shreds?"

Ugh, this guy is twisted.

Really,
this is not my idea of satire.

Come on, people,
we got a paper to put out.

Let's do it.

- Brandon?
- Yeah?

Why'd you move your locker?

You want to know
the real reason?

Yeah.

Well, I was just spending
so much time here,

I figured
it'd be more convenient.

Mm.

Excuse me.

Brandon...

how about going out tonight?

- I can't, Emily.
- Come on, Brandon.

It's been two weeks
since we've been together.

No, I really can't.

I have to study tonight.

Well, how 'bout I come over
and we can study together?

I really don't think

we'd get much
studying done that way.

Listen, I gotta go.

Brandon, aren't we ever gonna...

Okay.

You have to study.

I understand.

See you later.

Dylan, time out.

Okay, Coach,

I'll sit the bench for a while.

- Time-out's over.
- No, Dyl...

Dylan, come on, come on,

we're supposed
to be studying history,

- not sex education.
- Well, I... I'm sorry.

There's just something
about this Louisiana Purchase.

You know, it drives me wild.

Dylan, I'm serious.

We should be
doing more than this.

Uh, you know, I think so, too.

- Let's go upstairs.
- No!

Look, I mean more than
making out all the time.

Uh, not that I don't like it,
because I do.

I like it a lot.

It's just that it's practically

- all we ever do anymore.
- Oh, that's not true.

I mean, last weekend,
we went to a movie.

Yeah, and we barely saw
any of it.

Well, that's not my fault.

I mean, I wasn't exactly
kissing myself, you know.

Look, all I'm saying
is we should make

a little extra effort to do
something interesting...

or cultural.

So we won't feel guilty when
we're making out all the time.

Exactly.

Hello.

Hello?

Yeah.

Great.

Listen, pal, I hope
you're having a good time,

'cause I'm about to call
the phone company

and they're gonna track
you down, you got that?

Yeah, I got it.
And you gotta get out

of the house a little more,
Walsh.

- Steve?
- Yeah.

Hey, what's going on, Walsh?

You got yourself
a heavy breather?

Uh, no... hang-ups.

Well, why don't you
come down to the Peach Pit?

And we won't worry
about it here?

Nah, I'm studying, man.

Studying? It's Friday night.

- That's immoral.
- Well, I already put in

a 30-hour work week
behind the counter.

So why don't you come
down and be a customer?

See how the other half lives.

Forget it. I'm not going
to bring you any hot sauce.

You know where it is.

Nat, show this
young man respect.

He's a paying customer.

No, he's not.

He's part of the family

and it's on the house...

Both of you.

Oh, well, thanks...

- Thanks.
- ...gramps.

Hey, I've got to eat
with you more often.

But anyway, listen.

If she's not getting
the message,

you just have to be firm.
Spell it out.

Tell her, "Adios, sayonara,
au revoir, finito."

The United Nations approach.

Tell her it doesn't work
and then it's over.

Period.

Easy to say, hard to do.

Easy to do.
Look who just walked in.

Oh, God,
I told her I was studying.

Be firm.

Hey, what a coincidence.

I thought you were
committed to the books tonight.

Yeah, just taking
a little break.

Well, my parents are out
of town for the weekend

and I'm here for dinner.
Mind if I join you?

Well, why don't
you take my seat?

I gotta make a few phone calls.

- Thanks, Steve.
- Sure.

♪ I feel so weird ♪

It's so weird.
I was just thinking about you

- and here you are.
- Yeah.

That's called Kismet, you know.

When two lovers are destined
to be together

forever and ever and...

Look, Emily, I don't know

how else to say this

except just say it,
so I hope you understand.

- Brandon...
- But I don't think

we should see
each other anymore.

Look, I know
you're really mad

about that drug thing,
and I can't blame you.

- No, I'm not mad.
- Well, you should be.

It was the stupidest thing
I ever did in my life

and I am so incredibly sorry.

♪ So can you love me... ♪

I love you.
You know that, don't you?

You know that I'd never
do anything to hurt you.

Yeah, I know, but I have
to go with what I feel.

Brandon, please.

Why can't you find it
in your heart to forgive me?

Why can't you give me
a second chance?

Please. I'll do anything.

Anything.
Just give me a second chance.

I wish it was that simple.

I really do.

But that doesn't mean
we can't be friends.

Good friends.

Maybe if we just... we cool out
for a couple of weeks,

and you have time to think
about it before you make

- a final decision.
- Emily, it's all

I've been thinking about

for the last two weeks.

And I'm really sorry,

but it's just the way
it's gotta be.

♪ Till the end of time... ♪

If I had a fairy Godmother
and she could grant me one wish,

it would be to turn back
the clock and start over.

- Yeah, I know how you feel.
- Do you?

Good night, Emily.

Oh, my God.
Brandon, look.

What a perfect way to end
a perfectly marvelous week.

Any way to salvage it?

I'm afraid it's a goner.

It's probably the same guy
who wants to slash all the BMWs.

I wouldn't worry about it,
Emily.

You're not exactly
a "West Beverly Princess."

Why didn't he just slash
my throat while he was at it?

Hey, hey.

It'll be okay. Don't worry.
I'll take care of it.

Don't worry.

Well, here are some towels,
and that's just about it.

Thanks, Mrs. Walsh,
but you and Brandon

didn't really have to go
to all this trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble.
It's our pleasure.

Now, you just get some rest.
You'll feel better

- in the morning.
- Thanks.

And if you, uh, need anything,

feel free to call the concierge.

You know, even the Holiday Inn

gets a little warning
before a guest checks in.

What was I supposed to do,
Brenda?

Oh, well, let's see,
drop her off at her house?

Her parents are out of town.

Poor baby.
Afraid of the dark, huh?

Come on, Brenda,
getting your tire slashed

is a very creepy thing.
Anyway, it's like Mom says...

If we can't show compassion
for people in trouble,

then why are we put
on this earth.

Yeah, well, Mom didn't see you
as high as a kite

on the U4EA Emily
slipped into your drink.

Do you have to bring that up
every time we talk about her?

- Yes, because I don't trust her,
- Brenda...

and I don't like the way
she's taking advantage of you.

- Are you finished?
- Yes, I am.

Hold on,
I want to say something.

You and Dylan
are the only two people

who know that she spiked
my drink at the club.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Brandon, why are you
so into protecting her?

Because I don't want to see her
become the "outcast"

just because I break up
with her.

She's not a bad person.
She's really not.

Fine.

Is the concierge
open for business?

Emily...

Hi.

No, Emily, we're not doing this.

You better go.

Brandon...

What do you want,
you wanna be with me tonight

and have me break up
with you tomorrow morning?

Is that what you want?

If we make love right now,

I promise you won't
wanna break up with me.

Emily, to make love
I have to be in love.

Okay.

I'll leave.

Remember, Brandon...

I love you.

Oh... Oh, no, not at all.

She's safe and sound.

Yes, Emily spent the night here.

It's no problem at all.

Well, we felt,
with her tire being slashed...

Thank you, Mrs. Walsh.
I'll talk to her.

- Of course.
- Hi.

Didn't you get the message?

No, my tire was slashed.

Well, Brandon drove me.

No, Mom, I slept
in Brenda's room.

His sister.

Yeah.
No, it's fine. Don't worry.

I'll be home soon.

Okay. Love you. Bye-bye.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, sure.
They just got home early.

Steve,
you're doing a great job,

but do you think you could look
a little more carpenter- esque?

Silver, I'm warning you,
off with the video. Now!

- It's important to record this.
- But why?

Because some West Beverly floats
have been accused

of being built by professionals.

Well, this tape will put
that notion to rest.

Hi, guys. Sorry I'm late.

What's with the outfit, Donna?

Oh, well, Andrea said carpentry.

All right, Donna,

you can, uh, help me paint.

Paint?

I'm not getting paint
on these clothes.

I can't believe
she's wearing that.

What?

That's Brandon's prize shirt

from the '87 series.

I mean, he's gonna go ballistic.

Talk about a fashion statement.

Hey, everybody.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Yo, Dylan, we should probably,
uh, power-sand those boards

before we put 'em
in place, huh?

Cute shirt.

I spent last night
here with Brandon,

and I had nothing
to wear this morning.

Pardon me?

Brandon invited me
to stay over last night,

and things got a little...
well, you know.

He's something special.

I got to check the paint.

I thought you blew her off.

Yeah, well, she blew back in.

- You didn't...
- I didn't lay a hand on her.

I just can't believe
you'd let someone actually touch

the 1987 World Championship
shirt.

She won't leave me alone, man,
and she won't take a hint.

I've already broken up with her
in clear and certain terms.

Yeah, well, obviously
not clear enough.

What am I supposed to do,
be brutal? That's not me, man.

No, you're still trying
to be Brandon Walsh,

the all-American nice guy,
right?

What can I say?

You're afraid of what
would happen to her

- if you dumped her.
- I guess.

Man, I'm afraid
of all the things

that could happen
to you if you don't.

Boy!

Come on, you two, pitch in.

I want to see you sweat.

- Oh, forget it.
- No way!

Yeah, well,
I want to see you sweat.

Dylan, not now.
My parents are right over there.

Okay, I'll just have
to wait till I get you

alone at the concert tonight.

Dylan, come on, you promised.

I was just kidding.

You're avoiding me.

You know, Emily,
between me and Brenda,

we must have four dozen
T-shirts and sweatshirts.

Why'd you have to choose
my favorite one?

It makes me feel closer to you.
I won't do anything to it.

Except get paint all over it.

A little club soda,
it will come right out.

Just forget it, okay?

No big deal. I'll take it off.

Emily, what is it with you?

Are you just tryna be funny
or you tryna drive me crazy?

Well, we're off
to a promising start.

It's so...

Romantic?

That was just amazing.

I feel so sorry for the people
sitting behind us.

They must've thought
we were so immature.

We couldn't go 20 minutes
without pawing each other.

- You guys? Never.
- You know, the funny thing

is that we actually liked
the music.

Maybe that was our problem,
we liked it too much.

I don't think
that was the problem, Bren.

Anyway, we're gonna give
it another chance next week,

sort of increase
our tolerance level.

Sort of like holding
your breath under water, huh?

Y... no.

Brandon. Hi.

- Hi.
- I need to talk to you.

I'm sorry about your shirt.

And I'm really sorry
about that crazy stunt

of sneaking into your bedroom
the other night.

And I want you to know
if you never spoke to me again

I'd understand.

Well, we'll speak again, Emily.

Hell, we work
on the same newspaper, right?

Well, I just want you to know...

That I'm ready to deal
with the situation.

I fell for you hard.

But if it's not gonna work out,

it's not going to work out.

And that's cool.

Friends?

The phantom pen pal
strikes again.

Listen, "Geraldo,"

Andrea's worked hard
to keep gossip out of the paper.

And I don't think now is
the time to start putting it in.

This ain't gossip, Brandon.
This one is psycho time.

"...and it will be my pleasure
to throw gasoline

on the fire that burns
this school to the ground."

- He expects us to print this?
- That's what he's demanding,

but we're obviously not gonna
give a nut case a forum.

Hey, like it or not,
baby, this is news.

I'm sorry, there is nothing
newsworthy about hate mail.

I mean, listen how he ends this,

"And if some
of the little bitches

get caught in the flames,

toss me another marshmallow."

I think we ought to
take it to the police.

Hang on a sec.
Let me turn this thing off.

Hi, sorry about that.

Hello?

Come on, Dad.

What's up? The suspense
is killing me.

Wait, wait just a second.
Listen to this.

Hi. It's me, Brandon.

I was just thinking of you.

- It's Emily.
- Your baby blues

and that totally
disarming smile

that fills any rainy day
I have with sunshine.

I miss you, Brandon.
I miss being next to you.

The feel of your arms
wrapped around me.

The touch of your skin.

The way you caress my body.

I think we get the picture, Dad.

Are you sure?

There's 12 more here
just like it

- if you wanna listen to them.
- No, thank you, Dad.

So what the hell
is going on here, Brandon?

Hello? Hello, Emily?

I'm getting sick of this.

We don't know that was her.

Oh, come on, Mom.
It's pretty obvious.

And it's pretty obvious
that she wanted

me and your mother
to hear those messages.

Which I don't think is the sign

of a balanced person.

Well, she's been pretty upset

ever since we broke up,

but I talked to her
at school today,

and she acted
like everything was okay.

The key word being "acted."

Well, now,
let's not be too harsh.

I mean, Brenda, remember

just a few months ago
with Dylan?

You-You said it yourself.

I mean, breaking up

- is hard to do.
- Honey...

Mom,
that was completely different.

Emily Valentine has stepped
way over the line.

I mean, this isn't
about a broken heart.

This is about
a fatal attraction.

And how did
Michael Douglas handle it?

Not well.

Hello? Hello?

- Ready?
- Ready, set, go.

Well, you have plenty
of energy this morning.

Well, I got plenty
of sleep last night.

Yeah. No phone calls.

I guess your crank
caller finally gave up.

Or got put out of business.

You know, Brandon,
beating Emily at her own game

for one night is fine,
but you can't go through

your whole life
with your phone off the hook.

I just don't know
what to do anymore.

Do you want me to talk to her?
I'll tell her what the score is.

Forget it.
The way you feel right now,

you'd bite her head off.

Well, that'd be an improvement.

Look, obviously the girl's
kinda messed up.

Kinda? Give me a break.

I mean,
she's bothered in the extreme.

The way she sounded on the
answering machine last night,

I wouldn't be surprised
if she was a hard-core stoner.

Brenda, you don't
know that about her.

You don't know
anything about her.

Yeah, well, neither do you.

Have you been inside
her house, Brandon?

Have you met her parents?

Do you know any of her friends
from her old school?

Face it, Brandon.

Nobody knows who this girl is.

What's this?

Oh, I don't know.

It's a little too
early for Christmas.

It has your name on it.

It's been cleaned and ironed.

Fine.

She washes, irons and cooks.

Homemade cake with a note:

"Sorry to you
and your family. Emily."

Maybe we were a little off

on the Fatal Attraction
theory, huh?

No, Brandon, we're dead on it
and keep in it.

- Oh, looks good.
- Brandon, don't eat that.

Look, this whole thing could be
dosed with U4EA... or worse.

I repeat.
You don't know who this girl is.

Morning!

Hey! What's that?

A folding Corona.

God, that's beautiful.

Yeah, it's a work of art.

My dad gave it to me
when I was ten.

All the great old reporters
used to travel with these.

This has probably seen wars,

maybe even typed a novel
in Paris. Who knows?

Mm. You can feel the keys.

It's got a real strength,
this machine.

I love it.

I'm glad you like it.

I'm giving it to the paper.

Oh... I, I can't accept this.

You really care about your work.

I know you'll respect it
and take care of it.

So let's just call it
a parting gift,

and thanks for your
letting me write for you.

Wait a minute.
Are-Are you going somewhere?

Yeah, I'm quitting the paper.

- You're joking.
- No, it's for the best.

Let's face it,
I really blew it with Brandon,

and for his sake,

I shouldn't be
where I'm not wanted.

Emily, you're writing's
getting really good,

and if you want to stay,
it's... it's okay with me.

Thanks.

I'll see you
at the inauguration?

Where?

You know,
when we finish the float.

I don't know.

Hey, you helped build it.

I'm really not in a big rush
to be where I'm not wanted.

Look, you belong
in that picture.

You sure?

Absolutely.

Thanks, Andrea.

He's taking you where?!

Out for an evening of Paganini.

Oh, their pasta
is supposed to be excellent.

Donna, Paganini is a composer.

He wrote all this
wild stuff for the violin.

And you guys like
that kind of music?

Don't you know?
Brenda and Dylan go to concerts

- so they can make out to music.
- Not!

Look, in addition to listening
to some very interesting music,

we are also showing
that we're mature enough

to restrain ourselves in public.

Hmm!

Speaking of restraint,
I would really just like

to bust that girl's
chops sometimes.

What is your problem with her?

Yeah. I mean,
she's always nice to me.

Look, I really don't wanna get
into it. Just trust me.

She's doing a major
obsession job on Brandon.

I used to do that all the time.

- Kelly, not like this.
- Uh-huh. In eighth grade,

I sent Ronnie Lightstone
perfumed love letters

and called him ten times a day.

And what happened?

Well, his mother paid
a visit to my mother

and I got grounded,
lost my phone privileges,

and learned
the gentle art of subtlety.

Yeah, well, Emily Valentine

has stepped way over the line
of being subtle.

Oh, don't forget.

Andrea wants us to take
a picture in front of the float

- for the paper, okay?
- I'm there.

- Me three.
- Right. Bye.

- See ya.
- Bye.

All right, you guys,
hoist it up there.

- There we go, Steve.
- Right there.

- There.
- All right.

Wow, check it out.

Check that out.

Looks terrific, Brandon.

Thanks.

- Why'd you have to bring her?
- Come on, Brandon.

She worked as hard
as everybody else.

I couldn't leave her out.

All right you guys,
she's ready to go, let's roll.

All right, everybody.

Let's get in place
for this picture, huh?

I'm gonna start the timer.
Is everyone ready?

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three...

Damn it, Emily! Enough!

Don't touch me, don't call me,

don't leave cakes
on my doorstep.

Don't manipulate situations
so you wind up in my bedroom,

and don't lie to my friends
about some night of passion

that never happened, all right?!

- Brandon...
- No. I'm sorry.

I tried to do this the nice way,

but you won't take a hint!

I can't help it.

I love you.

Emily, listen to me...

No, no, you listen to me.

When I first moved to L.A.,

a lot of guys
were hitting on me,

and I had my pick,

but then I went out with you.

I thought you were different.

I thought you were special.

I thought
what we had was special.

That's why I wanted
my first time to be with you,

so my first time
would be something

I'd always want to remember.

You gave me something
to remember, all right.

When I first moved here,
everyone thought I was a slut.

Well, Brandon, you've managed
to make me feel like one.

Thanks for the memories.

Brandon... let her go.

Brandon Walsh sure knows
how to dump a girl.

I've never seen
anybody so smooth.

What was I supposed to do?
She wouldn't leave me alone.

Well, maybe now she will.

It's not that I don't like her.
It's just--

the minute
I tried to cool things off,

- she went ballistic.
- What did you say to her?

Well, basically,
he told her to drop dead.

- Brandon!
- I did not!

I just put my foot down.

It was out of control.

Well, I feel bad for her.

I mean, at that age,
overwhelmed by emotions,

you don't always act rationally.

I'm sure
she's ashamed of herself,

and I just hope
that whatever you said,

you didn't say it
in front of anybody.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Hello?

Well, whatever you said
didn't cure her phone habit.

That's it. I'm calling
the phone company.

No, no, no. Let me handle this.

How youse doin'?

This is Sal's Pizzeria.

We got 'em large,
small, plain,

and your choice
of 14 delicious toppings

just-a for you.

Hello?

Well, that got her.

Look, making fun of Emily

is not the way
to deal with this.

We should just call her parents.

I'll get it.

Come on, ring.
I'm just getting warmed up.

Andrea, what are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be putting
the paper to sleep?

It's "to bed," Steve. To bed.

Brandon, you know
those... those bizarre letters

- we were getting at the paper?
- Yeah.

Well, we got another one,
and it's worse than the last.

So?

So, I'm no Columbo, but, uh,

all those letters were
written on Emily's typewriter.

Let me look at that.

"West Beverly, heed my cry.

Abusers of love deserve to die.

Smug and secure in
their well-mannered house,

they won't have long,

I'm as quiet as a mouse."

And a poet on top
of everything else.

Don't you see?
She wanted me to discover these.

These letters...
They're-they're a cry for help.

Cry for help?

They're a pretty obvious threat.

I hope tonight's concert

is a little livelier
than last week's.

Don't worry.
We will not be bored.

Oh, yeah? Since when did
you become such an expert?

Hey, I'm just into passion,

wherever I can find it.

Hey... behave yourself.

I don't get it. One minute,
she's this nice sweet girl.

The next minute, she's writing
these weird letters.

I don't know.
I think Emily has what is called

- a borderline-type personality.
- Andrea, she's nuts.

Yeah, but something causes that,
Steve. I mean, think about it.

She has moved from
high school to high school.

She probably has some
deep-rooted dependency needs.

I mean, she's looking
for something more stable.

Something permanent
to latch onto.

Me?

Well, it's like I said,
she's nuts.

Well, her parents aren't listed.

Are you sure you don't have
any other number for her?

Just the one she gave me.

It's probably her private line.

Well, it's off the hook.

Brandon, give us her address.

I wanna go over there tomorrow
and talk with her parents.

- Dad, I really don't think...
- Brandon, it's gone far enough.

Parent to parent is really
the best way to deal with this.

Dylan, look.

Emily, what are you doing?!

Brenda, wait.
It's covered in gasoline.

Emily, come on.
Let's talk about this.

Hey, this is dangerous.

What is there to talk about?

I know you hate me, Brenda.

You've hated me
since the first day

I started school here.

Emily, I don't hate you.

Don't lie to me,
Brenda. Not now.

Hey, Bren, wait a minute.

She is whacked.

Dylan, she's talking to me.

I have to listen.

You've never forgiven me
for going out with him.

And you resent the fact
that Brandon liked me.

Emily, that's not true.

Don't lie to me, Brenda.

You think
I'm fooling around here?

Do you think I'm interested
in your two-faced talk?

You turned everyone against me
after I worked so hard

to become part of your
precious little group.

I don't want to be
a part of anything anymore.

Emily, don't talk like that.

You are a part of our group.

Are you kidding?

After the way
Brandon dumped me...

Humiliated me
in front of everyone?

Why doesn't your
brother like me, Brenda?

What did I do?

Emily, Brandon's
a trusting person.

And you betrayed his trust.

It's gonna take time
to get that back.

He won't.

He won't ever forgive me.

Yes, he will.

I swear to you he will.

Look, if you want Brandon
to give you a chance,

you have to give him a chance.

I know my brother.

Believe me, he has his faults.

But probably one
of the greatest things about him

is his amazing
ability to forgive.

And if you want him
to forgive you Emily,

you have to give him his space.

And I swear to you, he will.

I'm sorry, Brenda.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Emily!

Emily, what's going on?

I'm sorry, Brandon.

I'm sorry for everything.

I'm sorry for the phone calls...

for making up that story
about my tires being slashed,

so I could spend
the night with you...

for those disgusting letters
I didn't mean...

but most of all...

I'm sorry
for slipping you the U4EA.

I don't expect you...

to ever want to forgive me

or even to talk to me again.

I guess when I lost you,
I went crazy.

I thought I hated you.

I thought I hated all of you.

But the person I hate most
of all, right now, is myself.

Emily, you need
to get some help.

Has anything like this
ever happened before?

A year ago, we moved,

and I locked myself
in my room for three days,

and played loud music
and screamed.

But... moving to Beverly Hills

was a whole new
kind of pressure.

This place is tough.

You all made it easier.

But I gotta admit...

I do need some help.

I really need some help.

Bren, you asleep?

No.

What did Emily's parents
say when you dropped her off?

Well, they couldn't say enough.

They wanted to talk to me...
and Mom, Dad...

Her mom told me she's been
seeing a psychiatrist,

on and off, for years.

Brandon, what do you think
is wrong with her?

I don't know.

It's like
she's incredibly lonely.

And, at the same time,
she can't deal with the idea

of being close to anyone.

I don't know, I'm no shrink.

No, you're definitely not.

She told me
what happened out there.

What'd you say to get her
to come down off the float?

I told her that she would always

have two friends
in Beverly Hills.

Good night, Bren.

Good night, Brandon.