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♪ Tonight feels right ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Waiting so long ♪

♪ Just to be ♪

♪ With you... ♪

Here we go,
ladies and gentlemen.

World class table cup playoffs.

Oh! All right.
The action is fast.

- It's moving and grooving.
- Oh! Oh!

Thank you very much.

Come on, come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
oh!

Is this live action or what?

Oh, one of our contestants
is a little nervous.

- It's young Sanders...
- On the edge!

...from Beverly Hills.

Obviously outclassed here
by world champion...

Hey, hey, hey! Yes!

Ladies and gentlemen...

- the Claw!
- The Claw!

Why don't you and your "fans"
stomp on my dishes next time?

That way they'll be sure
to get broken.

Sorry, Nat, the action

just got a little fast
and furious, that's all.

Hmm. I'm glad someone's
keeping busy around here.

Can we start
cleaning up this place,

or do I have to do
everything myself?

The Peach Pit.

- LA's newest fun spot.
- Hmm.

He's been like this
for the last two weeks.

Oh, hey, excuse me, Willie.

Excuse me, Brandon.

Nat, before I forget,
we're almost out of mustard.

What happened to that last
shipment that was delivered?

It came in about two months ago.

You know how many jars of
mustard we go through a week.

No, Brandon. I haven't a clue
how to run this place.

I've just been doing it
for the last 20 years.

Look, Nat, if you want to
fire me, go ahead, okay?

Just stop biting my head off
every time I open my mouth.

Hey. Come on back.

Come on.

It's not you, believe me.

I'm just going through
a little rough patch.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

That's what I get
for remodeling this place

just in time for the recession.

Nat, should I start
looking for another job?

Nah, you're okay.

You're part-time. I can be
flexible with your hours.

It's Willie I'm worried about.

Why, what's wrong with Willie?

He wants a raise.

I can't blame him.

He's worked here for five years.

He's got a family to support,
another on the way.

But I'm practically carrying
the guys in the kitchen

as it is now.

Well, you're not gonna fire him,
are you?

I don't want to.

But I'm not made of money.

Something's got to give.

- Hi, Mom.
- Well, hello there.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Like what?

Like the preliminary meeting
of The Teen Advisory Board.

Ah...

Questionnaires are long.

First part is sort of like
a demographic.

You know,
you're gonna need to ask

people their age, their sex,

their interests...

You think Dad
would mind if I let this

become Brenda's thing?

- Nice try.
- Mom, I just can't get psyched

about being a teen consultant
for a shopping mall.

Brandon, you promised
your father you'd help.

Now this is
a very important client.

He's counting on you.

Let me go get
the questionnaires,

and then you'll see what
I'm talking about. Excuse me.

Hello. Who's that?

Well, why don't you go in
and find out?

Besides,
your father just saw you.

Brandon, why don't you join us?

Ah, so this is the prodigal son.

Yeah, about 45 minutes later.

Hey, I got held up at work,
okay?

Oh, that's a likely story.

You'd better be nice to me

or you're gonna lose
your token male.

Does that mean you're going
to help pass out questionnaires?

Do I have a choice?

- Yes.
- No.

Well, I'm glad
that's cleared up.

- Sandwich?
- No, thanks.

No, thank you.

I must say, this is no ordinary
shopping mall.

Well, nothing my father does
is ordinary.

Your father is Dixon St. Clair?

Yeah.

Well, I guess it isn't
what you know.

And don't you ever forget it.

If those two ever get together,
we could retire.

Oh, Jim.

Dad, are they actually
going to put a real lake

in the middle of this thing?

That's what the plans call for.

If we can ever get a variance
from the zoning board.

Well, that's what
we're here for.

You got yourself
a heavyweight client, Dad.

Very impressive.

Glad you approve.

Your father's
really a great guy.

But I guess
you already know that.

He's okay, for a dad.

I just want to know one thing.

How come your dad cares
what a bunch of teenagers

think he should put
in his shopping mall?

'Cause I asked him to.

I like Marcie.
She's very dynamic.

Yes, and she's hitting
on my brother.

Oh, Brenda, forget it.

Marcie St. Clair goes to college
for God's sakes.

She is the president
of her sorority.

Kelly, all sorts of girls
have been

throwing themselves at Brandon

ever since
we turned 12 years old.

You begin to be able to
recognize the signs

after awhile.

- I don't know exactly.
- You don't?

- No.
- No, but this...

Just take two minutes.
All you have to do

- is fill out this questionnaire.
- Okay.

See,
St. Clair Development Company's

conducting a survey
on the West Side to determine...

Brandon, why do we need
another mall?

- It's not just another mall.
- Oh, I can see that.

It's a "total environmental
experience."

Who put you up to this?

Donna,
this isn't a quiz.

I mean there are
no right or wrong answers.

Yeah, it's not that hard.

Yeah, I mean,
they just want to know

what your favorite stores are.

Well...

I like the ones
that take credit cards.

I suppose I shouldn't even
ask you

- to fill out one of these, huh?
- No.

Andrea, I don't know
if they've done

an environmental impact survey.

But if they didn't care about
the people or the community,

they wouldn't be bothering with
this questionnaire, would they?

What about noise abatement?
Traffic control?

Are you gonna
fill it out or what?

Okay, let me see, David wants

a music store
and a coffee house.

Donna wants high fashion
at discount house prices

and a coffee house.

Okay, Steve wants
a Ferrari dealership,

a bowling alley, a batting cage,

an IMAX theater,

and a virtual reality
amusement arcade.

- What is that?
- I don't know.

But he also wants a coffee bar.

Well, Bren,
you sure called this one.

What?

I see she works fast.

College girl.

Her clock's ticking.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.
So are you making the rounds?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I've been to Beverly,

Crossroads, Palisades,
Santa Monica.

- Big day.
- Yeah.

Well, Brenda and I are done.

Wow. Thanks.

So, um, how about Brandon?
How's he doing?

Uh, he's over there with Andrea.

And that could take hours.

Look, Andrea,
they're waiting for me.

If you've got any problems
with this, talk to her.

She's in charge.

Maybe I will.

Give me a break, would you?

My father hardly ever asks me
to do anything for him.

Do we have to bring
journalistic ethics

and professional integrity
into everything we do?

I don't know, Brandon.

She looks awfully professional
to me.

Look, um, I don't know
if you guys are interested,

but there's a big party
at school next week.

It's sort of a joint
fraternity/sorority type thing.

Sure. I'll pass.

No, it's not a formal.
It's a lot of kids hanging out.

Well, we'd love to come.
Wouldn't we, Kel?

Definitely. What sorority
are you in, anyway?

Tri Gams.

Well, the Best in the West.

Yeah. Yeah,
they're a good group.

Oh, and the theme of the party
is "Am I Blue?"

So use your imagination.

- Great.
- Just promise me

you'll introduce me
to the cutest guy there.

No problem.

So should I bring Brandon?

No. I'm bringing Brandon.

Hmm.

- Hey, you. How's it going?
- Hey.

It's going pretty good.

How's it feel to be back
in high school?

Good.

I love the architecture
of Southern California.

All these open plazas.

Back in Minnesota,
all we had was

a big brick building
and a lot of snow.

Same here.

- Where'd you go to school?
- Switzerland.

Ah...

So, architecture's your thing,
huh?

Yeah. My dream is to design
great buildings

and then build them
with my father.

Going into the family business,
then.

That's the plan.

Hey, Willie.

Hey, my lone man.

Here on time for a change.

Yeah, thanks.

Don't look at me like that.

Just couldn't do it, could you?

What can I tell ya?

It's a Peach Pit tradition.

Our motto is,
"Who needs to make a profit?"

You're a good man, Nat.

Nah. You want to know
a good guy?

- See that picture up there?
- Yeah.

That's my dad.

Salvadore Busicchio.

The one next to Steve McQueen?

Yup. Sallie fed him.

Carried him for two years.

I was ten years old.

Those were the days.

Who else did you know?

I knew 'em all.

Nothing lasts forever.

Balanced...

innovative...

dynamic.

High Pointe Center
combines commerce

and leisure
for an urban community

on the edge
of the next millennium.

I can't believe
they put my ice rink in there.

That was my idea.

You and a few other people.

There's your coffeehouse, Bren.

You guys, these are fantastic.

Did you try
the spinach soufflé?

- Not yet.
- Too bad my mom's not here.

She's been craving spinach
for a week.

Her mother's pregnant.

Really? Second marriage?

- No, uh, not really.
- See, it's a long story.

It is the A-list in town

and their response
to the presentation

has been superb.

You done good, Pops.

Well, we're getting there.

So, Jim, how does it feel
to be on the ground floor

- of something so big?
- Terrific.

Brandon, I want you
to meet Art Peters,

he's the project manager
for St. Clair.

Hey, how you doin'?

Dad, can I talk to you
for a sec?

Oh, can it wait a minute?
I want Art to meet your mother.

No, it really can't.

- Excuse us.
- Excuse us.

What's wrong?

High Pointe Center
crosses Olympic to Larrabee.

Yeah.

That's the corner
the Peach Pit is on.

We'll talk about it at home.

They're gonna tear it down,
aren't they?

Brandon, we'll talk about it
at home.

Dad, you made your point.

If there's nothing more to say,
there's nothing more to say.

- Brandon, you're not being fair.
- Fair?

Dad, you tear down
the Peach Pit,

you might as well
rip out Nat's heart.

This has got nothing to do
with fair.

Brandon, you're getting
a little carried away here.

How could you not tell me
about this?

I only found out about it
a half hour before you did.

The address is
all over the plans.

I never put it together.

Brandon, how's Dad supposed to
know the address

to the Peach Pit?

Thank you.

At least one of my
children is willing

to give me the
benefit of the doubt.

How can I give you
the benefit of the doubt

when you put a gag order on me?

That's not what I said,
what I said is,

do not discuss this with Nat

until I had a chance
to talk to Art Peters first.

In other words,
I have to sell Nat out

so you can cover your butt.

Brandon, you apologize
to your father right now.

I'm sorry.

You know, I do have some
influence with these people,

but it's not going
to do any good

if they find out my son gave
confidential information

to someone they may be
in negotiations with.

Dad, you're talking like
I'm some kind of industrial spy.

Brandon, millions of dollars
are riding on this.

Not to mention my reputation.

But Dad, we're
talking about Nat...

This is not a request, Brandon.

Fine.

Good night.

Forget it, Bren.
I don't want to talk about it.

Brandon.

You're asking me to choose
between Nat and Dad.

And as far as I'm concerned,
there really is no choice.

Yeah, I hear what you're saying.

But let me tell you
what kind of guy Nat is.

The other day he tells me
he can't afford

to keep The Pit open unless
he lets Willie the cook go.

Well, I show up the next day,

and Willie's still there.

Look, I'm sure they'll give Nat
a lot of money for the place.

Money's not the issue, Bren.

Nat's family built that place.
It's his whole life.

Haven't you ever heard him talk
about the old days?

Brandon, I know.

I like Nat, too.

I mean, he even named
a milk shake after me.

But we're talking
about Dad here.

Yeah, well, I don't
want anything to do

with the DSC Development Company
or the Teen Advisory Board,

or any other part of it.

Including Marcie?

Yeah.

What about the party
Friday night?

How can I look Marcie in the eye

after I know everything else
that's going on?

Brandon, I thought
you liked this girl,

and she sure likes you.

I can't do it, Bren,
there's more involved here.

Brandon, come on.

We may wind up
going to this school.

I don't know about you,

but I wouldn't mind
meeting some new people.

Then go.

Fine, I will.

And so will Kelly and Steve,

Donna and Dylan and anybody else

who's not so wrapped up
in their own principles

that they've forgotten
how to have a good time.

Fine, I'll go.

Brandon, don't do me any favors.

I mean, if you're gonna be
a jerk, stay home.

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

Hi, guys!

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

♪ Ah, ooh... ♪

Hello, come on in.

I'm Mike.

Are you friends
of the bride or the groom?

- Me? I'm dying.
- Dylan.

So, uh, where's the keg?

Sorry, but we're still
on suspension

from our last blowout.

Why do you think
we're all feeling so blue?

Huh?

Hey, you guys, don't listen
to Mike, he's a lush.

We have a great coffee bar,
there's cappuccino,

there's espresso.

Yeah, I love what you've done
with the decor, Marcie.

Yeah, even the painting's blue.

Uh, who did that?

Donna, it's Picasso.

During his Blue Period.

I guess Donna won't be
majoring in Art History.

- Brandon!
- Hey, baby.

I think you've got
the wrong party.

Well, I...

figured there'd be enough
blue bloods here as it was.

Mooch, no, this is
Brandon Walsh, he's okay.

- What's up?
- How you doing, man?

- Good.
- Well, I should've known

you were a rebel.

Yeah, that's my brother.

Always swimming upstream.
We're gonna go dance.

Uh, so, I guess you're gonna
wanna dance, too, huh?

Uh, no, let's not
and say we did.

I mean, I'm not like
a wallflower or anything,

but some people
just weren't meant

to boogie, know what I mean?

I think I'm in love.

Mmm.

Steve, remember,
I am not your date tonight.

Shut up and dance.

You know, I could definitely
see myself going out

with one of these frat boys.

Really?

I could definitely
see myself in this frat.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

I'm exactly the kind of guy
they're looking for.

I guess you do have
what it takes.

All except one thing.

Mm, what's that?

The grades. Ooh.

This campus is so beautiful.

It's like a park,
right in the middle of the city.

Yeah, except I wish
there were more trees

and less people.

What, you think they're snobs?

Not exactly.

There's just this attitude

that goes with
joining a fraternity.

Ooh, like they're
all junior members

of the Masters of
the Universe Club.

Yeah, when really they're
just a bunch of geeks.

If I ever go to college,

remind me not
to join a fraternity.

If?

I don't want to go.

Come on, of course you do.

No, I don't,
but if I ever do go,

I'm definitely not going here.

Why are you so down
on this place?

Remember that big
modern building

we walked past on the way in?

Yes, it's the Student Center,
right?

It's the McKay Student Center.

Your father went here?

No, my dad never
went to college.

But when he cut 'em a check,
they gave him a degree.

Well, at least some of his money
went for something good.

He thought that the endowment

would buy him
some respectability.

You don't know
how lucky you are, Bren.

You and Brandon,

I mean, your Dad,
he's a straight shooter.

You can trust him.

You can trust his motives.

There are no strings attached.

I think Donna's made
some new friends.

Yeah, yeah, well, Mooch
is a goofball, but he's okay.

Actually his parents own
half of Orange County.

- It's not what you know, right?
- That's right.

And you know me.

Come on, I want to
show you something.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

What's this?

Wait a second.

It's not like I have a choice.
I can't see anything.

Wow.

Most girls get dollhouses to
play with when they're little.

My daddy gave me these instead.

This was his very first
solo project.

He basically took
a dying waterfront

and brought it back to life.

And he won an award
for this one.

Well, actually,

he won an award for almost
everything in this room,

but as an architecture major,

this one is my favorite, by far.

It's strong, but it's graceful.

And you stand
right here in this spot

and you feel so tiny,
but so empowered.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

My dad is gonna like you.

- Does that matter?
- What?

Whether or not
your dad likes me?

Well, I guess that depends.

- On what?
- On what matters to you.

Brandon, as soon
as High Pointe gets approval,

things are gonna move very fast.

You'll be right in
on the ground floor.

Are you offering me a job?

Well, I don't have
the authority to do that.

But it just so happens

my father's coming
into town tomorrow.

For the planning commission
hearing.

Right.

Is it really that easy?
I just meet Dickson St. Clair

and I'm set up for life?

It's a little more involved
than that. But...

I think you can handle it.

You're used to getting
everything you want,

anytime you want it, aren't you?

Yeah.

You're right. I'm coming on
a little strong, aren't I?

I guess that's
sort of the downfall

of being an only child.

You feel like you have to be
in control of every situation

so you don't get disappointed.

Well...

I can't say I'm not impressed
by all this, and...

I'm flattered. Really.

Why don't we go someplace
and celebrate?

I know just the place.

All right, so you got your bun.

You got your burger.

You got your other patty.

With a slice of Swiss
and American.

You got your tomato,
you got your lettuce.

- You want Bermuda onions?
- Only if you are.

Yeah, well,
you only live once, sure.

Here we go.

Get the top.

Thank you, Willie.

And voila,
the Peach Pit Mega-burger.

Mmm, that is wonderful.

You know who used to
like her burgers like that?

Marilyn Monroe.

- You're kidding?
- Yeah.

She's the one that thought
to add the Swiss.

Go on, tell her, Nat.

Well, she used to come in here
all the time.

And I could always tell
when she was starting a picture

because she would always switch
from fries to cottage cheese.

Wow, so this place has,
like, real history in it.

Okay, who else used to
come in here?

Um... Montgomery Clift.

And Natalie Wood.

Sal Mineo.

Steve McQueen.

Yeah, they're all gone now.

But they all used to eat
right here, huh?

Yeah. Now we get the occasional
celebrity stopping by,

but business isn't
what it used to be.

Hey, Ruben, take these, please.

I'm very proud of you.

You're moving up in the world.

Thanks.

Well,
the food's still incredible.

- Enjoy it while you can.
- What do you mean?

- Tearing this place down.
- Why?

Make room
for High Pointe Center.

Oh.

Wow, I had no idea.

That's okay, neither does Nat.
According to my father,

that's the way
DSC Development wants it.

Oh.

So, um, you basically brought me
here just to make me feel bad,

- is that it?
- No, I thought maybe if you,

you know, got a feeling
for the place, you could...

I could what?
I could talk to my father?

Yeah, something like that.

Exactly what do you
expect him to do?

Stop two years
of research and development

dead in its tracks?

Or-Or better yet,
have him call the bank

and tell them
he's called the whole thing off

because he's tasted the world's
greatest cheeseburger?

I'm sorry, but the real world
doesn't work that way.

Well, why don't you tell me
the way

the real world does work then?

I thought I already did.

Good night, Brandon.

- Hey, Willie.
- Hey, Brandon.

Nat, is that you?

- Hi, pal.
- Nice threads.

Who died?

Come to think of it,
last time I wore this,

I put my old man in the ground.

Still fits, though.

But, no.

Nobody died.

Not yet, anyway.

What are you talking about?

Well, I was gonna have
to tell you sooner or later.

I guess this is
as good a time as any.

A developer's got big deal plans
for this neighborhood.

Talking about putting in
some farkakta shopping center

with a lake in the middle.

I don't know.

Anyway,
there's a meeting tonight.

And I figured
I'd better show up.

Nat, uh...

- I knew.
- What?

My dad's company
is involved in it.

It's called High Pointe Center.
I...

I should have told you sooner,
I'm sorry,

but my Dad put his foot down.

I understand, Brandon.

Business is business.

Talk about coinkydinks.

Listen, you got to have
a lease on this place, right?

Ah, that's the rub.

When I remodeled this joint,
I agreed to some changes

in the fine print.

Things aren't as ironclad
as I thought they were.

You got to fight them on this.

I can't fight them, Brandon.

They're bigger than me,
they're richer than me.

God knows they got
better lawyers than me.

Well, they got to give you
something.

You can take the money
and start over.

Doesn't work that way, Brandon.

They're gonna squeeze me until
I don't have a pot to cook in.

And at my age...

What am I gonna do,
get a job at McDonald's?

- Nat...
- Aw...

I'm not even gonna go
to this meeting tonight.

I mean, why the hell should I?

There's nothing anyone can do.

Let's face it,
after tonight's meeting...

the Peach Pit is history.

Mr. St. Clair is going to say
a few words,

and then he'll toss it to me.

Sounds like you've got
all your ducks in a row.

Uh, isn't that one
of your ducklings?

Brandon,
what are you doing here, son?

What, are you kidding?
Miss out on a chance

to meet Dickson St. Clair?

It's not what you know, Dad.

This may not be the best time,
Brandon.

Looks like a perfect time to me.

- Brandon.
- Marcie.

Uh, Daddy,
this is my friend Brandon Walsh.

He's Jim Walsh's son.

- Dickson St. Clair.
- How are you?

Your father's been a big help.

Brandon was actually
my point man

- on the Teen Board, Daddy.
- That was a very fine idea.

Found it very educational, sir.

Marcie tells me that
you share some of her interests

in architecture
and urban planning.

Yeah, I do. Although I think
my favorite subject is history.

Oh. Well, I was a history major
at Stanford.

You come talk to me
when you're applying to schools.

Maybe I can help.

Well, that's very generous
of you. Thank you.

Daddy, I think
they're ready for us.

- A pleasure to meet you.
- Thanks.

- Good luck, sir.
- Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you have been very patient
with me,

and I don't want to take up
any more of your time.

But I'd like to thank
my daughter Marcie

who coordinated
the Teen Advisory Board.

Her research provided
many of the innovative aspects

which our plans now include.

In fact, Marcie,
correct me if I'm wrong,

I don't think you found
one teenager

who had a negative response
to our project.

No, not really.

Well,
there may have been one, sir.

Excuse me?

Look, I know I'm out of order,

but I worked
on the Student Advisory Board,

and... I'm starting to have

a lot of second thoughts
about it.

Excuse me, young man,
but the community will have

ample opportunity to enter their
thoughts into the public record.

That's good.
Somebody should take the time

to listen to what the little guy
has to say

before you let the bulldozers
roll in.

Now, I've only lived in L.A.
for just over a year,

but I've been here long enough

to see that somebody better
make some kind of effort

to save what little history
this town has left.

I don't know
what's going on here, Walsh,

but control your son.

What kind of stunt do you think
you were pulling in there?!

Somebody had to stick up
for Nat, Dad.

For heaven's sakes,
Nat is a grown man!

If he was so concerned about
this, where the hell is he?!

I'll tell you where he is!
He's at the Peach Pit

trying to figure out
what the hell to do

with the rest of his life.

You said you were gonna
talk to them, Dad.

You said you were gonna
take care of Nat.

I did.

Well, obviously,
you weren't very effective.

Brandon, you don't know a thing
about business!

Now, I did what I could.

Art Peters said they'll pay him
a fair price for his lease,

and when High Pointe is built,

they'll offer him
a prime location.

Now what is wrong with that?!

That could take years! What's he
supposed to do in the meantime?!

Brandon, would you get off
your soapbox?!

Do you have any idea
what you're doing to me?

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry you got caught
in the middle.

But you know and I know
that this hearing in here

is just a formality!

These people have the juice

to railroad this thing
right through,

no matter what I say,
no matter what anybody says.

Now, you told me
to keep my mouth shut.

You said you had everything
under control.

Well, I did, and you don't.

And it's a free country,

and I'm not gonna keep my mouth
shut anymore.

Brandon, I respect your passion,

and I respect
your friendship with Nat.

But you got to choose
your battles in life, son.

I did.

Yeah. I guess you did.

You guys, that looks great.

What's going on here?

You don't have to fight this
all alone, Ace.

Andrea told us what you did
last night, man. I'm proud.

If I would've known they
were gonna tear down the Pit,

I never would have signed up
for the Teen Board.

Yeah, really, I've been going
to the Peach Pit

since I started Little League.

I remember Nat's father.

Oh, me, too.

Sallie used to sneak me homemade
cookies when I was little.

You know, B,

I'm not much for joining things,
but we can't let this place go.

Uh, Andrea, everything's set.

I'm gonna broadcast live

from the Peach Pit
this afternoon.

And I'm only gonna be playing,
uh, music from Nat's jukebox.

- Cool.
- Very cool.

And I talked to my friend
at the Times,

and she said the feature desk

might be able to free someone up
to come down.

Ah, you guys...

Brandon...

- Can I talk to you for a minute?
- Yeah.

Look, it's bad enough

that we don't see eye-to-eye
on this,

but did you have to go get
all of our friends involved?

I didn't ask them, Bren.
They want to help Nat.

Well, what about Dad, Brandon?

I mean, I heard him
and Mom talking.

They really chewed him out
after the hearing.

I guess he's really had it
with me, huh?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

As angry as he was with you,

do you know what I heard him
tell Mom?

That you reminded him
of Grandpa.

- How's this?
- That looks great, Donna.

Listen, Andrea,
I'm gonna have to

meet you guys down there
after school.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

It's just, uh, something
I got to take care of.

- Bye, guys.
- Bye.

Brandon,
what are you doing here?

Came to see Art Peters.

I don't understand you.

Where are your loyalties?

Marcie, this has nothing to do
with loyalty.

Has to do with money
and politics...

Two subjects I think
you're quite familiar with.

Fine, fine.

If you want to be a knee-jerk
bleeding-heart, go ahead.

But don't you,
for one minute, think

you're a threat to my father.

What is it with you
and your father?

You're so hung up
being daddy's little girl,

you're afraid to be
your own woman.

Why did you come here anyway?

To apologize to Art Peters.

Tell him my father
had nothing to do

with what I did last night.

Oh, oh, now look
who's hung up on his father.

It's not the same, Marcie,
and you know that.

Hey, Nat, where is everybody?

We're supposed to have a
press conference in 15 minutes.

I, uh, sent them home.

- Why?
- Sit down.

- I'll get you a piece of pie.
- No, no. Hey, hold on.

Tell me what's going on.

They made me an offer
I couldn't refuse.

You know, business is business.

So what about
everything you said?

- What about the Pit?
- It was a fair offer.

I mean,
they could've stiffed me.

So that's it, they offer you
a lot of money and you're out?

I know what you were
trying to do for me,

and I love you for it.

Things have a strange way
of working out sometimes.

So what's everybody gonna do?

I'll take care of Willie,
Ruben and the girls,

give them a little severance.

- What about you?
- I'll manage.

Maybe I'll buy a boat,
sail away.

Yeah. Ever since I got out
of the Navy,

I've always wanted
to see the world.

Maybe when you get out
of high school, you can...

be my first mate, if you want.

You let me down, Nat.

I thought we were fighting
for something important.

Something bigger
than you and me.

Guess I was wrong.
It's not the first time.

Mmm, that bacon smells great.

How 'bout making me
one of those things?

You want to take this one

I'm not real hungry anyway.

Brandon...

how long are you planning
to shut me out?

You said your piece last night.

Let it go.
It's over and done with.

Yeah, I guess it is.

- Congratulations.
- For what?

Come on, Dad.
We both know what happened.

St. Clair went down to the Pit
and threw so much money

at Nat that it turned
his head around.

Oh, you know, Brandon,
your life is based on

so many false assumptions,
it's staggering.

Oh, please. Do we have to
go through all of this again?

Yes, because I'm fed up
with Brandon accusing me

of being the villain here.

First of all, this may come
as a surprise to you,

but Art Peters
and Dickson St. Clair

actually make decisions
without consulting me.

Second of all, Nat made a deal.

What is wrong with that?

So it's all about
the bottom line, huh?

You, Nat, St. Clair,
you're all the same.

That's right.
We are all the same.

We all have responsibilities.

We all have to worry about
boring things like mortgages

and meeting payrolls
and putting food on the table.

Brandon, think about it.

If High Pointe Center
goes through,

it'll create hundreds,
maybe thousands of jobs.

That's a lot of bacon, lettuce,
and tomato sandwiches.

Gee, thanks for explaining that
to me, Dad.

Otherwise I may have
never figured it out.

Poor Brandon.

Poor Brandon?

What about me?

In the past 24 hours
I've been accused of

being Simon Legree, Ivan Boesky,

and the Sheriff of Nottingham
all rolled up into one.

Oh, Jim. It can't compare.

I mean, he's lost a hero today.

Yeah, he thinks I let him down.

Jim, I was talking about Nat.

You're right.
I've been replaced.

So, uh, Nat took the deal?

Yeah, I wonder
what they gave him.

Probably a lot.

- Property is worth a fortune.
- Great.

Uh, you know,
I'm gonna miss that place.

Yeah, well, not half
as much as Brandon will.

Hey, Jim.

Cindy called. I got your pie.

- Let me box it for you.
- Thanks.

- Here we are.
- Great.

Pretty good crowd tonight.

Yeah, just my luck.

Business is picking up
as we're closing down.

Put it away. It's on the house.

Thanks, Nat.

I'm just thankful that
some of the Walshes

are still talking to me.

Yeah.

Brandon's pretty
bitter about this.

I can't blame him.

He fought for me and I crumbled.

Don't beat yourself up about it.
You did what you had to do.

Yeah, but I never thought I'd
feel lousy about being lucky.

Say, uh...

would you do me a favor?

Sure. Anything, you name it.

Well, I got these papers
from the St. Clair people.

I gave 'em to my attorney,
but, uh...

I was just wondering if...

you could take a look at them
if...

Let me see 'em.

This is what they offered you?

I asked for a favor on this one,
Art, and what do you do?

You low-ball him.

Your friend Busicchio
accepted our first offer.

What was I supposed to do?

Tell him that
he should be asking for more?

Besides, it might be
a moot point anyway.

What are you talking about?

Haven't you checked
your voice mail?

Well,
not since I left the office.

You better come in, Jim.

We have a lot to talk about.

Where'd you go?

I rode my bike down San Vicente
to the beach.

I had to clear my head.

What's going on?

Brandon...

the money for the
High Pointe Center fell through.

You gotta be kidding me.
That's great!

Yeah, well, he doesn't
share your same enthusiasm.

I'd grim up before I went
in there if I were you.

And, Brandon...

I just want to say one thing.

I love Dad a lot,

and I wanted this project
to happen for him.

But I'm really glad

the Peach Pit is still
gonna be there.

Yeah, me, too.

I want you to know one thing...

You were right to stand by Dad.

Thanks.

We told DSC that
the deal could fall through,

and nobody took us seriously.

When I tried to tell Art Peters
about this...

you know what he told me,
Brandon?

He said I wasn't a team player.

Do you know how that
made me feel?

I think I'm starting
to get an idea.

What did I expect?

They never listen
to the bean counters.

All they want us to do
is crunch the numbers

and make them look good.

Are you gonna
come out of this okay?

You mean am I gonna get fired?

No, probably not.

But even if I did,

you don't have to worry
about your old man.

I may never make the big bucks,
but...

I've learned to play the game.

And from what I've seen
this past week...

I'd say you're a chip
off the old block.

Thanks.

Don't let it go to your head.

You're still wet
behind the ears.

I guess I went
a little overboard, huh?

Yeah, you did.

But your grandpa wouldn't have
wanted it any other way.

Does Nat know about this yet?

Not yet.

Brandon,

- what are you doing here?
- Well, I thought I'd come by

and help you
clean the place out.

Thanks, pal.

I didn't think I'd get
to see you here again.

What, are you kidding?
And miss the fire sale?

Hey, did you call
the restaurant supply company?

You could probably get
at least 50 cents

on the dollar
for most of this stuff.

That's not a bad idea.

Hey, you know, this may be
a real collectable item someday.

You mind if I keep
one of these, Nat?

Yeah, sure.

Help yourself.

Brandon, uh...

you know, I... I never
put this place up for sale.

- They came to me.
- I know.

Everybody hopes for that pot of
gold at the end of the rainbow,

but I never asked for this,
you gotta know that.

You know what
you ought to do, Nat?

You ought to have an auction.

You know, get an auctioneer.

You could probably
sell most of this stuff,

probably get top dollar for it,
too.

You're really getting
a good head for business.

I know exactly
what you should do

with these pictures on the wall.

You should donate 'em
to the County museum,

that way you get
a huge tax break,

especially for the autographed
one of Steve McQueen.

Brandon, what's gotten into you?

You can't put a price
on something like that.

Oh, come on, Nat,
everything has its price.

I guess I deserved
that one, huh?

- Nat...
- It's okay.

I've been a heel.

I mean, I sold you kids out
for short money.

You must think I'm disgusting.

- I don't blame you.
- Nat...

Let me get it off my chest,
okay?

I really hate myself
for what I...

Nat...

The deal fell through.

They aren't building
the High Pointe Center.

What?
You heard me.

No High Pointe Center.

- You're kidding.
- No!

The Peach Pit's
open for business, pal.

That's the best news
I ever heard in my life,

and I'm never going to forget
who I heard it from.

Oh! Nothing could possibly
make me happier.

You wanna bet?

Hey, guys, come on in!

It's showtime!

Nat, I'm so glad
things worked out for you.

- All right.
- Hey, give him some lovin'.

- All right! Thank you.
- Great, great.

- Oh, thanks, thanks.
- Oh, Nat...

Congratulations, Nat.

- Couldn't get rid of you.
- Thanks, Jim.

Hey, paisan! What do I gotta do

to get a little service
around here, huh?

- Willie, fire up the grill!
- All right!

You got it.

Music to my ears.

Hi. Thanks. Hi.

Thank you. Excuse me. Thank you.