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You always try
to be optimistic

on the first day
of practice,

but I honestly think this year's
team has a legitimate shot

of going all the way.

Well, no offense, Coach,
but, uh,

you did say
that about the football team

and they went one
and eight, remember?

Please.

You're a great
sports editor.

The truth is...
This is off the record...

we need help
in the relays.

Lots of help.

So if you have
any suggestions...

Well, I was
on the Frosh-Soph team

- back in Minnesota.
- Really?

Well, maybe you should
come out for the team.

Yeah right.

- Woo!
- Yeah!

Cahill, come on,
cut it out.

You're gonna demoralize
the rest of the team.

Sorry, Coach.

Did Chapman say
anything about me?

Yeah.
He said you mean well.

No, really, what did he say
about the relay team?

Nothing really.

He said we stink,
didn't he?

- Look, Steve...
- You know, if I get cut

from one more sport team
this season,

- I swear...
- Hey, come on.

You're a good athlete,
it's a long season.

You just got to think
positively.

Let's go, guys.

What doe she see
in that guy?

All right,
so when am I gonna see

you girls start working out?

I don't do that.
I have a note.

Ah, well, what about you, Kelly?
I start jogging at 6:45.

Mm, that sounds a little
too serious for me.

Oh, yeah, like you need
your beauty sleep.

Bye, Kyle.

He is so cute.

You know, when you two were
going out last summer,

I thought for sure you'd become
the new campus couple

- or something.
- Well, we're still good friends.

Yeah.

There's something
I've never told anyone.

What?

Kelly...

I've never slept
with a girl before.

So, you're a virgin.

It's no big deal.

No, you don't get it.

Look, Kel, I...

I've never slept
with a girl before,

and I don't know if I want to.

Look, um,

I don't want anybody to know
about this, all right?

Sure, I understand.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause I trust you.

Oh, good, Mister!

Stop short to look at nothing!

God, what a jerk!

It's, it's okay, honey.
It's a green light.

Oh, yeah.

So, anyway,
what were we talking about?

Uh, what a safe
and sane driver you are.

Oh, exactly. I mean, so what

if I didn't pass my test
the first time,

or the third time?

What matters is that
I have my license now,

and it really bothers me that

Brandon won't let
me drive his car,

and that he's still teasing me

about my driving,

so I would like for you and Dad
to tell him to stop.

We'll talk to him about it. Uh,
uh, don't you want to turn here?

Why?

Uh, we live on that street.

Wedgie!

Wedgie, wedgie,
wedgie, wedgie...

Hey, come on, guys.
Hey!

Hey, hey, come on, guys.
What'd I do?

You wrote we couldn't block.

You wrote we couldn't tackle.

You wrote our game
against Beverly

was embarrassing.

And "As exciting as a bingo game
in an old folk's home"?

Hey, I happen to like bingo.

Don't you guys believe
in freedom of the press?

What about our right to hang you
on the wall

by your underwear?

Wedgie!

Wedgie! Wedgie!

- Wedgie!
- Hey!

Wedgie! Wedgie!

Hey, Steve! Steve, hey buddy,
come on, do something!

- Wedgie! Wedgie!
- Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys.

All right,

on three.

Wedgie...

Wedgie, Wedgie!

All right, people, you know
the drill, shower up,

towel off and go home.

Brandon, you all right, man?

Yeah, I'm riding a little high,

but I think I'll live
to write about it.

Write about it?

Didn't you learn
your lesson, Walsh?

You're a funny guy, Miller.

- Thanks, buddy.
- Oh!

Hey, come on,
I'm a jock.

Yeah, who I can outskate,
outshoot

- and probably outrun.
- I don't know, Walsh.

You know what they say,
"Those who can, do,

and those who can't,
write about it."

- Ooh...
- Ah...

So I walked
into Chapman's office

and asked him if he was serious
about letting me try out.

He said yes, so we went out
to the track and he timed me.

He's got me down
for the 440 relay.

Way to go! Now you'll be writing
about sports from the inside.

I don't know, Andrea.
I don't think I should.

- Why not?
- It wouldn't be ethical.

Of course, it is.
Look at Tim Green.

He plays for the Atlanta Falcons
and he's a sports commentator

on National Public Radio.

Yeah, between working

at the Pit and the newspaper

and a full class load,

something's gotta give.

So what you're saying is

you don't want to write
for the paper anymore.

I just don't know if I'm cut out
to be a reporter anymore.

What're you talking about,
Brandon?

You're an excellent reporter.

But I don't like doing it.

I don't like going up to a guy
after he's just blown

the big game
and ask him how he feels

or coming up with a new way
to say "They lost again."

I'm a good athlete.
I want a chance to prove it.

Okay, okay.
I get the picture,

you jock.

You free agent, you.

Thanks, Andrea.

You know, Griffin could probably
write my column.

Or maybe I'll start
writing sports.

You in a locker room?

- I can't picture it.
- I can.

So, in light of the fact

that I am fully prepared
to pay all my expenses,

I propose that I be allowed
to drive Brandon's car

whenever he's not using it.

I think that's fair,
right, Dad?

- Well, I--
- Great, then it's settled.

You guys can tell Brandon
as soon as he gets home.

Well, it sounds like
a reasonable request.

That's because you've
never driven with her.

- Cindy.
- All I'm saying is, honey...

you might want to take
a little spin around the block

before you agree
to anything.

Honey, she'll never get
the confidence

to be a good driver if she
doesn't think we trust her.

- Thank you.
- Gesundheit.

Are you getting a cold?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Hi, guys, sorry I'm late.

It's okay.

So, Brandon, um,

Mom and Dad
and I have decided

that when you're
not using your car,

- I should be allowed to use it.
- Okay.

Now, before you give me
your answer...

Did you say okay?

Yeah, I mean as long
as you pay for repairs

and I don't have to ride
with you, why should I care?

Thank you! Thank you!
Thank you!

I'm gonna go call,
uh, Kelly.

No, Donna. I'll call Dylan.

Are you feeling okay?

Yep. Sho' nuff.

And I got a new pair
of track shoes to prove it.

Brandon, Coach has you running
the second leg of the 440.

Yeah, I know.

That was my position.

- Look, Steve, I'm sorry, I...
- Hey, way to go, Walsh.

The relay team
never looked better, man.

Thanks a lot, Connor.

Don't worry.
He cools down quick.

Oh, don't even tell me
you're trying out

for the track team, too?

No, man,
it's them organized sports,

they're too competitive for me.

Whoa, spoken like
a true surfer boy.

Yeah. I can't believe
you caved on me, man.

Huh?

You were my last line
of defense.

What're you talking about?

Look, if you're gonna let Brenda
drive around in your 'Stang,

that's one thing,
but sooner or later

she's gonna wanna drive
my Porsche, and I just don't

think the relationship is that
strong.

Dylan, in defense of Brenda,

she's not that bad a driver.

David, what are you doing?

I'm changing the station.

No. Go back. I love that song.

- But you like this song, too.
- No. I hate this song.

Just put on your seat belt
and shut up, David.

Donna, I just want
to put on one song.

Would you two cool it?

Green light.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Tell me this isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

Donna, what am I going to do?

You better go talk to her.

I am so sorry.

I didn't think
my car was moving,

and suddenly, well,
it was too late.

Don't worry. It'll be all right.

Well, I want you to know,
right up front,

that this is all my fault.

I mean, completely my fault.

I guess we're supposed to report
it to the insurance company

or the police or something?

Oh, well, I don't think that
that will be necessary.

- Really?
- Why should we?

I mean, my bumper isn't damaged,

and your car just
has that little ding.

Well, it's my brother's car.

I'll bet he doesn't even notice.

Thanks for being
so understanding.

Oh, please.

Although I suppose we should

exchange phone numbers

in case either one of us
wind up in traction.

- I'll get a pen.
- Okay.

Pump it up, Burke!

Learn from the master.

The power broker!

Listen to you guys.
Aren't you impressed?

Yeah, I'm impressed.
You going to do another set?

- It's all yours, Walsh.
- Thanks.

Although I don't know.

It's a mighty big machine
for such a little tyke like you.

Gosh, you're right, Burke.

I guess I should go
in the bathroom

and pump myself full of steroids

so I can grow up
to be a big bad lug like you.

Let's go, ladies!

We've got a rendezvous
with destiny!

We being set up here, Sanders?

'Cause, if we are,
you better come clean right now.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, guess.

Tony, he's not with the program.

I haven't had a chance
to talk to him.

Look, Steve...

In sports,
winning isn't everything.

It's the only thing. Right?
They don't give scholarships

for coming in fourth place.

Tell me something I don't know.

So when Beverly kicked
our butts this year,

the people in this room vowed

we had way too much pride
to ever let

that happen again.

And that's when
we formed the Power Pack.

Kyle, how many seconds
you shave off your two-mile

- since you joined the program?
- About 20.

And I'm ahead of my personal
best by almost a foot.

And we can thank mother's
little helper for that.

You guys are doing steroids?

It's not what you think.

This is pure
pharmaceutical quality.

Controlled doses
designed to peak

in mid-May for the state
relays in Sacramento.

And then it's over,
except for the cheering.

There's some real risk
with that stuff.

You talking about side effects?

Look, man, we're not about
to take those kind of chances.

And, if you stick with
the program, you can't get hurt.

And with a little extra kick
in your stride,

you could be anchoring
the relay team.

That's what you want,
isn't it, Sanders?

I really just want to letter
in something before I graduate.

So, do you want
to get with the program?

Oh, hell,
I'll try anything once.

All right!

The Power Pack!

All right, what are we going
to do about Walsh?

Brandon's cool. You know, he
just wants a letter, same as me.

I trust that guy
about as far as I can spit.

So Sanders can talk to him,
get him to join the program.

Yeah. I'll talk to him.

All right, you just be careful.

If anybody finds out about this,

we're all off the team.

And probably
kicked out of school.

We can kiss
our scholarships good-bye.

Gentlemen, let's not
get paranoid, okay?

The candy man is here.

Donna,
what am I going to do?

What am I going to say?

Bren, it's just a little ding.

I'm sure he'll never notice.

You don't know my brother.

I mean, he is completely anal

when it comes to his car.

He will see it.
He will torture me,

and he will enjoy torturing me.

Well, then, don't say anything,
and when he asks you about it,

play dumb,
pretend you don't know

what he's talking about.

That's not going to work.

Why not? You're a great actress.

Yeah, onstage, in summer school.

But in real life, I am
the world's worst liar,

especially when
it comes to Brandon.

But, Brenda, he's never going
to let you

drive his car again.

Donna, right now,
I don't want to drive

any car again.

Bren, don't be like that.

You're a good driver.

Well, you're improving.

Oh, God. The torture begins.

Hi, Brandon.

Brenda!

Just the person I've been
looking for.

I saw the car
out in the driveway...

Yeah, look. I'm really...

Congratulations.

You defied
a basic law of nature.

You got it back here
in one piece.

I even called Ripley's and they
don't believe it either.

Wait, Brandon.
About the car--

Sorry, Bren. No can do.

Excuse me?

Let me guess-- you want to know

if you can drive me
to the Pit tonight

so you can have the car.

How did you know?

I can read you like a book, Sis.

See you later, Donna.

Bye, Brandon.

I was going to tell him.
I really was.

I don't blame you.

Where you going?

To bed.

Okay. If you insist,
I'll join you.

Nice try.

Well, then why don't you
stay here and join me?

Sorry. I'm getting up at 6:00
to run with Kyle.

You guys are doing it,
aren't you?

Steve, why is it that,

every time I try to give you
the benefit of the doubt,

you always manage to remind me

why it is I broke up with you

in the first place?

Well, that seemed very cordial.

Yeah, really.

She always seems to bring out
the best

in me anyway.

So, what will it be, buddy?

Peach pie? Chocolate shake?

No way! I'm in training
just like you, man.

Even though Chapman thinks

I'm an expendable item,
I don't care.

Listen, I didn't mean
to ace you out of anything.

The season's young,
so be warned.

Come this time next May,
you'll be eating my dust.

Steve, get real.

Nobody from West Beverly

is going to make
the state finals.

What about Cahill?

Aw, he's a long shot, but maybe.

I just wish I knew
what it was about me

that gets him so jacked.

Well, that's what you get
for being a reporter, Brandon.

Yeah, but I'm not anymore.
I'm right there

in the trenches
with the rest of the team.

Give it time.

You just got
to get with the program.

I'm trying, but you saw
what happened today

in the weight room.

I make one little joke
about anabolic steroids

and Cahill and Miller
shoot me the big stink eye.

That's because steroids
are something

you should never joke about.

Why not?

I mean, unless, unless you get
tweaked on the stuff,

what's the big deal?

The big deal is that steroids
are a serious business!

Are you kidding?

Steroids are
a very dangerous business!

Haven't you read
any of the horror stories?

Look, there's a downside
to everything.

If you use it in a limited way,
all they do is give you

a little competitive edge.

Steve, don't take
this the wrong way,

but that's about
the stupidest thing

you ever said to me!

They're hormones, man!

They make you irrational
and violent!

They cause liver disease
and sterility.

Right, and you know all there
is to know about everything,

right, Brandon Walsh?

It's no wonder
those guys don't like you.

Steve...

- Hi. Thanks for coming.
- No problem.

Are you okay? You look like
you just lost your best friend.

Believe me,
it might come to that.

You want anything? Soda? Pie?

No, I'm fine.
So what's going on?

Suppose I came to you
with an article

documenting steroid use

in the athletic department.
Would you run it?

Are you kidding?
Of course I would.

Do you have something
you want to show me?

No, no, no. It's not
a story yet. Just a hunch.

Does that mean
you're back on the paper?

Did I ever leave?

Well, on behalf
of the Editorial Board,

you can still be on the team.

Yeah, I can see it now.

"Excuse me.
I'm writing a major expose

that could potentially
ruin your life.

Can you pass me the baton,

and be my friend?"

So much for being
just one of the guys.

I know how you feel.
I had to go undercover

to break the story
on the cafeteria food thing.

So what's it like to keep
secrets from your friends?

I can't think of anything
else in the world

that can make you feel so alone.

I can't believe you run
six miles every morning.

Yeah, and 12 on weekends.

It's the Loneliness of the Long
Distance Runner kind of thing.

You know how it is. Right, Kel?

Okay, what do you say?

Oh, thank God!

Hey, you did good.

I'm sorry if I slowed you down.

No, no. It's just nice
being with you, Kel.

Not having to impress anybody.

Just being myself, you know?

Come on.

Hey, Burke. How's it going?

You tell me.
Did you talk to Walsh?

- Ah, yeah, I did.
- So...?

Well, I wouldn't exactly
count on him

for the program,
but you definitely

have nothing to worry about.

Look, I know Brandon
a lot better than you do.

He's a great guy.
You can trust him, I swear.

Look, Steve, what exactly did
you tell him about the program?

Nothing. I didn't say a word.

Good. What do you say
we keep it that way, okay?

No problem.

One more.

Come on, buddy, push it,
push it, push it, push it.

Push, you got it. Good man.

- Hey, Steve.
- Hey, Brandon.

All right, Brandon, now you give
me ten big ones, man.

- Third set.
- All right.

You got it?

One...

two...

three, keep 'em even.

Four...

five, steady.

Six. Come on, you got it.

All right, Big B.

You got it.

Oh!

Oh, man, that was really weak.

Hell, man, you're working hard.
It'll happen for you.

I just wish there was a way
to make it happen

sooner than later.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Steady may win, but slow
loses every time.

I hear ya.

Is there anything
you can recommend

to boost my performance?

Kick me into high gear?

Sure.

Eat right, get plenty of rest,

and once every day...

down a gallon of Geritol.

I always wondered what
the secret of your success was.

There's no secrets
on this team, Walsh.

And there's no
short cuts either.

What do I always say, Tony?

- No pain, no gain.
- See?

If you were writing
an article for the paper,

you could quote me on that.

From the three-point line.

Swish!

See that, guys? I should've gone
out for the basketball team.

Gee, I thought you went out
for that team last year.

Gee, I thought you valued
your life.

Oh, if that's Keifer Sutherland,

tell him that I'm a little busy.

Hello, Keifer?

No, ma'am, you, uh,
you dialed correctly.

Who would you like to speak to?

Yeah, just a minute, please.

It's for Brenda Walsh's father.

Hello, Jim Walsh here.

Yes, I'm Brenda's father.

Accident? What accident?

The real reason
I didn't say anything

is 'cause since
everyone already thinks

I'm such a lousy driver...

Which you've just
proved in spades.

Look, I didn't prove anything.

Why do you think they call it
an "accident," Brandon?

I don't know, Bren,
you're the expert.

Brandon!

Dad, do you see
what I'm talking about?

Brenda, it's Brandon's car,

and it's carried
on my insurance.

So you had an obligation
to both of us

to tell us what happened.

Look, I know. I'm sorry.

I should've and I would've,

but it practically didn't even
seem like

a real accident.

Brenda, this poor woman
is describing

a very serious case of whiplash.

Well, it certainly didn't seem
like that at the time.

Whiplash can take
a while to show up.

If that's Keifer,
I'll just tell him

to take his car straight
over to the body shop.

Hello?

Yeah, how you doing?

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Well, how 'bout tonight?

Hey, man, how you doing?

Come on, let's walk,
it's freezing.

Sure.

Why are we being so secretive?

Believe me, Brandon,
I don't like keeping secrets.

That's kind of why I'm here.

I heard what you
were asking about

today in the weight room.

About improving your
performance and stuff?

Yeah.

I know what you were getting at.

You want to know where
you could score

some steroids, right?

Yeah.

Come on, Brandon, you don't
really want to get

into that stuff, do you?

Hey, I just want
a little competitive edge.

No, what you're really doing

is an article
for TheBlaze, right?

How'd you figure that out?

I'm pretty good
at reading people,

especially when they got
a secret to hide.

So what are you saying to me?

Are you telling me that no one
on the track team

is doing steroids?

No, man, I'm telling you
a lot of people are taking 'em.

Things are getting
out of control.

It's gotta stop
before someone gets hurt.

So are you willing
to talk to me about it?

Brandon, I'm not gonna
name names.

And you gotta keep
my name out of it, too.

No one will ever know we talked.

I give you my word on that.

Okay, what do you want to know?

So, Bren, did you
get grounded, or what?

Well, not exactly.

My dad was pretty cool
about the accident.

Although he did say it would
be in the best interest

if I didn't drive again
until hell freezes over.

Wow, that would
take a long time.

Psych!

Hello, young sibling.

Brandon.

Yeah, Steve. What's up?

Look, I just want
to say I'm sorry

for what happened the other
night at the Peach Pit.

I don't know what came over me.

Hey, forget about it, man.

No, I really been
thinking about this.

And you're my best friend, man.

And I, I just didn't want to get
caught up in the middle

of you and Burke.

I just wish it could be
like the way things were

before we got
into this competitive stuff.

You going down to the gym?

Yeah.

All right, I'll see you there.

Hey, I was just rereading
your piece, Bran.

I gotta tell you, you have
some incredible stuff here.

I mean, especially the part
where your source describes

the, the pressures of trying to
be accepted by the other guys.

- It really...
- Look, Andrea,

I'm having second thoughts
about running the article.

It's a little late
for that, don't you think?

We're supposed to be
in Chapman's office

in the next five minutes.

Yeah, I know.

You said you wanted to show him

the piece and get a quote,

as long as we didn't reveal
who your source was.

I know what I said,
Andrea, but...

There's this guy on the team

that I'm pretty sure
is involved,

on the fringes, if at all,

and I just don't want him
to get busted.

That's all.

I can barely look at myself
in the mirror as it is.

Look.

Would it, Would it help if

I were to be the point person
on this story from here on out?

The thought has crossed my mind.

Whatever you want
is okay with me.

Thanks.

I was beginning
to give up on you, man.

I hope you ate your Wheaties
'cause Chapman's

timing the sprinters.

Look, you didn't
hear it from me,

but The Blaze
is publishing an article

about steroid use
in the athletic department.

- Oh, my God!
- So, if you got any 'roids

in your locker, I suggest

you ditch 'em real quick.

Man, I don't believe you.

Just do it, Steve.

Believe me, gentlemen,

if I had the resources
at my disposal,

each and every one of you

would be standing in line
in the bathroom

with a plastic cup in your hand.

But testing for steroids
is not a practical option.

And it's not going
to solve the problem,

if there is indeed a problem.

Judging from what Andrea
has shown me,

we indeed do have a problem
on our hands,

don't we, gentlemen?

Now until the rest of you
who are using it,

and you know who you are...

until you come forward
to stop this recklessness,

there will be no practice today.
Or tomorrow.

Or the day after that.

And if we have to forfeit
the whole season, so be it.

I will be in my office
the rest of the day.

- You're a dead man, Sanders.
- It wasn't me.

- Prove it.
- You prove it!

Hey, both of you, shut up, okay?

Now Chapman's not going
to forfeit a whole season

trying to prove a point
he can't prove.

So as long as we keep cool,
we've got nothing

to worry about.

- Or do we?
- No.

I hope you're telling the truth.

You tell your friend Walsh
he better watch his back.

Kyle, I didn't tell anybody,
you gotta believe me.

Kyle, let's go.

I should've bought her
the other flowers.

Bren, these are beautiful.

Besides, the bigger baskets,

the guy at the florist said
they were more appropriate

for a funeral.

Yeah, well, you didn't hear

what she sounded
like on the phone.

Oh, God.

Oh, you were so sweet
to bring these.

Oh, thank you.

Come in, please.

I'm Rosemary Winters.

Um, Dylan McKay.

Sorry about everything.

Oh, well, these things happen.

I just wish they'd stop
happening to me.

I feel so awful.

I know you do, sweetie.

Uh, can I get you kids anything?

I'm fine, thanks.

No, we just came
to drop these off

and see if there's anything
that we can do for you.

Well, that depends
on how much influence

- you have with your father.
- What do you mean?

Well, with the lawsuit pending,

I've been advised
not to say anything.

Lawsuit? What lawsuit?

Don't worry about it--
it sounds worse than it is.

Although with the insurance
companies involved,

I don't know how that's going
to affect your driving record.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry, Brenda.
I shouldn't be saying anything.

Rosemary, please, you've got
to tell me what's going on.

When I called your father...

I-I was hoping that we could...

solve this privately,

with a modest amount
that would basically pay

for my physical therapy,
and a small amount

for my pain and suffering.

Well, he should pay you--
I mean,

he knows the accident
was my fault.

Well, I would've thought that,

but he insists on going through

his insurance company,
and that really doesn't leave me

with any choice but to...

You okay?

It's, it's just a small spasm.
It'll pass.

I've got to talk to my dad.

Brenda, I don't want you to get
into any trouble on my account.

No, it's okay.

Look, my Dad and I
are very close,

and once he knows the facts,

you'll see what a different
person he'll become.

I can't believe that
you are standing up for a woman

who is threatening to bring
a $1 million claim against us!

That's highway robbery!

I can't believe that you
would use the insurance company

to get out of paying
what we owe her!

Brenda, that is not the way
the insurance companies work!

Oh, that's right, Dad.
They just rip off poor,

defenseless women
who they won't even insure

in the first place!

Is that what she told you?

Because that's
absolutely ridiculous!

- God bless you!
- Thank you!

You know, Dad, you taught
us to be compassionate,

to tell the truth, and take
responsibility for our actions!

If you want to take
responsibility for something,

let's remember who hit what car

and then kept it a secret
from the rest of the family.

Let's take responsibility
for that!

When are you gonna understand
that there are just some things

that you don't have
the experience to handle yet?

You mean like driving?

Oh, honey.

Yeah.

You guys sitting
this one out, huh?

Oh, yeah.
Brenda, driving,

it's not really a great
subject right now.

Especially when
your father's sick.

Well, good-bye and good luck.

- Listen, man, you working?
- Yeah, it's Thursday.

Uh, how's life
in the fast lane going?

You know, track team? Is it fun?

Is it what you expected?

Fun's not a word
that comes to mind.

Let's just say
it's not what I expected.

Uh-oh, sweet-tooth time
at the Taylor house, huh?

Yeah, it's true-- my mom's
been on a rampage lately.

Well, enjoy it while it lasts.

Brandon.

Steve, what are you doing
here in the Peach Pit?

- We got to talk.
- It's just not a good time.

Brandon, time is running
out for both of us.

I don't know about you,
but I don't want to get

my face kicked in.

By who? Miller? Burke?

You never stop being
a reporter, do you?

When you told everyone
you quit The Blaze,

that was just
a bunch of bull, huh?

No, Steve, that was the truth.

I wanted to be on the track
team more than anything,

but when I started seeing
my best friend's personality

starting to change
right before my eyes,

I thought maybe he'd gotten
into something

he didn't understand.

So I asked a few questions,

and, hey, Ma,
lookie what I found.

How deep are you into it?

I just started a cycle.

It's no biggie.

But when I read the pamphlet
the coach handed out

I decided it definitely
wasn't worth it.

I tried to tell you that.

I know, and I appreciate that...

but what I have
to do now is prove

that I'm not
the guy who blabbed.

That's not gonna be easy, Steve.

Well, sure it is-- all we
have to do is get Andrea

to write something that says
I'm not the guy she talked to.

It won't work.

Come on, of course
it's gonna work.

She's in love with you, man--

she'll do anything
you ask her to do.

Except compromise the identity
of a news source.

Well, this isn't
compromising anything.

I can't do it, Steve. I'm sorry.

Well, then when
you get right down to it,

what you're saying is that
protecting a news source

is more important to you than
protecting your best friend?

No, I'm saying that
I gave this guy my word.

- I can't go back on that now.
- Thanks a lot, Brandon.

Steve, come...

That's it-- from here on in,

for now and forever,
you're on your own.

We ordered pecan,
and they gave us boysenberry.

Hey, Kyle.

Hey. I warned you
exercise could be habit-forming.

I'm not gonna run today.

Oh, what, you got up this early
to keep me company?

No, actually, um, I was hoping

maybe you could explain to me

what's going on
with the track team.

I mean, there are all these
rumors floating around,

and I just wanted
to get the real story.

Well, it's hard to say.
What do you hear?

Well, I don't know
if this is right or not, but...

I guess some of the guys
on the team are accusing Steve

of helping Andrea write
some article about steroids.

And he's totally freaked out,

because he thinks these guys
are gonna kill him.

Yeah, I know all about it, Kel.

What do you want
to know exactly?

Well, first of all,
I don't understand

why someone would get
involved with this stuff?

There are a lot
of reasons, I guess.

Uh, pump up, get a hard body,
get a competitive edge.

It depends.

Well, if they
work out every morning,

won't they get the same
results, like you?

In time, I guess.
I don't know.

Look, I got to run, Kel.

It's just...
if you could say anything

to these guys
to help clear Steve's name

that would really mean
a lot to me, Kyle.

I'll see what I can do.

I know he's been cold to you
in the past, but...

that's just because he gets
so jealous sometimes, you know?

Jealous? Are you sure
you got the right guy?

Well, you lettered in football.

No, seriously, he, he knows
how much I like you,

and how much I respect you.

Sure, Kel.

It's gonna cause me
grave bodily damage...

Your name is not even mentioned
in the article, so I--

Well, I know, but it's
kind of implied...

Hey, little big man!

Did you understand
that Spanish homework?

Si, senor.

I don't suppose I could
compare it to mine?

You don't mean copy it.

Si, senor.

Bren, your father
was very explicit,

no more contact
with Rosemary.

Yeah, well, that's easy
for him to say.

He's not the one who caused
her to be immobilized.

All right, fine,
you want to go, you go.

I am not gonna be
an accomplice.

Fine, be absurd. Don't drive me.

- I'll take the bus.
- Brend-- Bren!

Andrea, yes or no.

Are you gonna print
my statement or not?!

Not until after
we print our story,

which might not happen.
Like I told you,

I promised Mr. Chapman
if somebody--

- Yeah...
- Steve!

Hey, big guy,
want to go chew some nails?

No. What I'd like to do
is take Andrea

and stuff her down
Brandon's throat.

And they're your friends,

imagine what you'd do
to your enemies.

No, they are not my friends.

They're more interested
in putting a newspaper out.

Whoa, wait,
what's happening, man?

I've been a little
out of the loop lately.

It's a long story.

The bottom line is,
they're organizing a witch hunt

to find out who's doing steroids
on the track team.

Steroids?

That stuff will shrink
your gonads, man.

Yeah, I know all about it.

Okay, so let's talk about
Brandon Walsh for a second.

He's not exactly
a "witch hunt" type of guy,

and if you were in trouble,
he'd be there for you.

Goes for me, too.

Thanks, man.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah,
my daughter actually saw her

aerobicizing in front of the TV.

Oh, thanks for everything,
Ernie.

Oh, yeah, drinking lots of tea
and all that, you know.

Thanks again. Bye.

Turns out this "poor,
defenseless woman"

is a scam artist.

She's claimed 14 accidents
in the last three years.

That's why she wouldn't go
through my insurance company.

Wow.

Yeah, she's even been convicted
of backing into another car

to initiate a phony claim.

Well, then she might have
caused the accident, not me.

She probably did.

Well, then I'm not a bad driver,
I'm a good driver.

Which there's no reason
in the world why I shouldn't

just get out there
and start driving again.

Well, with your permission,
of course.

God bless you.

Thank you.

Practice has been
cancelled again.

Aw, damn it to hell!

This is not gonna blow over,
Cahill, it just isn't!

Chapman is gonna take us
to the mat on this.

Any bets?

What are you gonna do?

Sanders, you got a minute?

- He's got a minute.
- Then let's take a walk.

Guys, I can prove
I'm not the one who talked.

It's okay--
we're way past that now.

What we need from you
is a favor.

What kind of favor?

You're a team player,
aren't you, Sanders?

I mean, you want us
to win the league title

no matter what, right?

So here's the deal,

you tell Chapman
you started dipping

'cause of how much you
wanted to make the team,

that you only did it
by yourself,

and that you're never
gonna do it again.

What are you saying,
you want me to take the fall?

Yeah, somebody's got to do it,

and Chapman isn't
gonna punish you.

And neither will we.

- Hey.
- Look, one way or another

you're gonna take
a fall, Sanders.

No way!

Hey. Hey!

- Hey, get rid of him.
- Burke!

Look, I'm warning you!

Burke, man,
leave him alone, all right?

- Stay out of it, Connor.
- No, I'm in it, man!

I cracked!
I'm the one who told Brandon!

It's me, guys--
I'm the one you want to kill.

Don't blow this, Kyle.

I can't keep living a lie, man,
and neither can you.

So, it was heavy?

Yeah, it was
definitely intense.

Sounds like it.

Yeah, then they went
into Chapman's office

and closed the door
for 45 minutes.

Then what happened?

Well, I don't know. I left.

What, you're not
gonna write about it?

Ha, ha, ha.

No, seriously, what do you guys

think is gonna happen to them?

Well, I don't think anyone'll
get kicked out of school,

but I don't think
we should expect too much

from the track team this year.

Well, actually I heard
the relay team was pretty good.

Well, I'm gonna go call Kyle.

I feel kind of bad for him.

I think he'll be okay.

Yeah, he'll be all right.

- See ya.
- Bye.

Oh! Wait a minute.
Don't leave.

We have an announcement
to make.

Uh-oh.

Tell 'em.

Today was a history-
making event.

Brenda Walsh drove
her first Porsche.

Look out!

Surrender, Dorothy!

Thank you.

So in order to celebrate,

I would like the keys,

so I can take Donna
and David to the movies.

My keys?

Yes, please.

To my car?

Yes.

I got a really bad
feeling about this one.

D, can you give me a ride home?
Sure, man.

Ah. Let's not forget what
happened last time now, okay?

So, did she grind the gears?

Every time.

I had a feeling.