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I can't believe
somebody tried to break

into the computer system.

I heard a bunch
of the grades got wiped out.

- Oh, I hope mine weren't.
- I hope mine were.

So, Donna...

ask me to hang out
with you tonight.

Okay. Hey, Bren, you want
to hang out with me tonight?

Oh, sorry, I can't.
I have a date.

Are you kidding. With who?

Who do you think?

Oh, I don't believe you.

You've only been officially
single for 48 hours.

Donna, you ever hear
the expression "Just do it"?

Yeah, and have you ever
heard of "Just say no"?

You keep telling me
everything's taken care of,

but the Battle of the Bands
is a week away,

and I still don't have
a time slot yet.

The wheels
are in motion, Dave-o.

I've already got a couple
of calls in to these guys.

They don't call me by tonight,
I'll call 'em back tomorrow.

That's what you said last week.

Steve!

Look, don't blow this.

It's a little premature
for star-tripping, isn't it?

I don't know
how I let you talk me into this.

Just lay low
and play dumb, all right?

This whole thing's gonna
blow over in a couple of days.

Are you crazy? Tampering
with a computer is a felony.

- We could get five years.
- Keep your voice down.

Did you see those guys
with Mrs. Teasley?

They're cops, they're not
gonna let this just blow over.

Some hacker
you turned out to be.

How was I supposed to know
the system would lock down?

My old man's gonna kill me.

No he's not.
No one's gonna get caught

because no one's gonna talk.

Look, trust me on this one.

I'm your senior buddy, right?

Good morning, West Beverly.

Heard any good
computer jokes lately?

- Dylan!
- Yeah.

- Got something for you.
- What?

Every article written
about that kid

who was accused of cheating
on his SATs last spring.

Wow, where'd you get
all these, man?

Beverly Hills Public Library,
periodical section, aisle two.

- Oh, thanks.
- No sweat.

Look, he beat 'em. So can you.

I got to show these
to Mrs. Teasley.

She wrote
the most stellar letter

- on my behalf.
- Mrs. T's a good lady.

Yeah, she is,
and she understands

why I won't accept their offer
to retake this test.

Unlike somebody you and I know.

Are you telling me
you and Brenda broke up

over this SAT business?

It's more complicated than that.

- Hi, Kel.
- Hey.

- How are you?
- Good, fine.

I saw that.

I'm just feeling
a little paranoid.

Don't be.
We don't have to hide anymore.

I know. I...

I just don't want anyone
to get hurt.

Then you'd better
go to the observatory

with me tonight,
or else I will be hurt bad.

Real bad.

Dylan, we have to tell Brenda.

- Tell her what?
- Everything.

I just don't want this
to blow up in our faces.

You know, I don't either,

but sometimes
when you care about someone,

honesty isn't necessarily
the best policy.

I feel like
I need her permission

to go out with you.

The only person
you need permission from

is yourself.

Need some help there, chief?

Working in this thing
is so frustrating.

Other than that,
how are you feeling?

Not too bad, considering
two busses passed me

on the way to school,
which I think is illegal,

I couldn't fit through the door
at the corner market,

and with people staring at you
like you're an alien,

don't think I'm not gonna do
a major story

on how the physically challenged
are treated in this country.

It's good to have you back.

Thanks.
But first we've got to do

an investigative report
on that break-in.

Brandon,
it is an award-winning story

if ever I heard one.

Easier said than done.

Mrs. Teasley has, and I quote,

"Nothing to say on the matter."

And you let that stop you?

Hi, Bren.

Hi. I brought the radishes.

Was I supposed
to bring something?

Yeah, the sodium chloride

and every other chemical
we need for this lab project.

I've had other things
on my mind.

Obviously the grade
you get in this class

isn't one of them.

Do you want another lab partner?

No, it's okay. I'm sorry.

So, have you heard anything
from the SAT people?

No, Bren, I haven't.
You got any more questions?

Yeah. Do you want
another lab partner?

Boy, it sure is weird
seeing Andrea in a wheelchair.

Don't worry about her.

She's already back in action?

Oh, yeah.
I wouldn't be surprised

if she cracks this case
before the cops do.

What are you talking about?

West Beverly,

break-in, computer...
ring a bell?

Well, she's in there doing
an interrogation right now.

Hmm. Well, Andrea can be tough,

but, well, she's no Ironside.

Oh, yeah?

So, whodunit?

Look, we'll just
talk later, okay?

Come on, Andrea.
I'm not gonna tell anybody.

Yeah, come on.
Steve's like part of the family.

He's a black-sheep cousin
twice removed,

- but still family.
- Thanks, cuz.

Well, as long as you keep
everything off the record, okay?

- Yeah, sure, sure.
- Totally. What'd you find out?

Well, not much.

But at least the grades
have been restored.

Oh, I guess that's it then.
Problem solved. Case closed.

Actually,
the case has been reopened.

The police have promised
Mrs. Teasley

they're gonna keep on this puppy
until they make an arrest.

Kel, ask Brenda
to hang out with you tonight.

- What?
- I have a date with Rick,

and Donna thinks
I'm becoming a loose woman.

Don't you think
it's a little too soon

for her to be going out
with someone else?

Not necessarily.

- Thank you, Kelly.
- But what about Dylan?

I mean, you two were
together for two years.

Donna, Dylan and I broke up.

It's not like I should be
in mourning or something.

Yeah, Rick seems like
a really nice guy.

Yeah, he is.

I mean, he's sweet,

he's a college man;

he is gorgeous,
and he's crazy about me.

Not to knock Dylan,
but it's kind of a relief

to be with somebody
who's not brooding all the time.

You've known Dylan forever.
You know what he's like.

Yeah, uh, kind of.

Well, trust me,

between his trust fund,
his SAT scores

and his sneaking around
behind my back,

I just got tired
of dealing with all of it.

So you honestly won't mind
if Dylan dates other girls?

No, he's free to go out
with whoever he wants.

I got your message.

Good. Pull up a chair.

I'll stand.

Okay.

Just reading about Madonna here.

Boy, I sure like
that little gal.

She's sure got spunk.

What? What do you want?

Oh, I forgot,
you're a businessman.

Always in a hurry.

Which is good,

'cause we need
to talk some business.

So start talking.

Haven't you heard?

Someone broke into the school
over the weekend,

tampered with the computer.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

Well, that may be.

But I believe it'd be
of some interest to the police

to know that a certain
fair-haired senior broke in

about a month ago,
tried to steal the master key

right off my pegboard.

It seems a certain janitor
didn't put up much of a fuss

when a certain Benjamin Franklin
was floated his way.

You got a point there.

But then again,
it's my word against yours.

I got 15 years' seniority.

Now, who do you think
they're gonna believe?

Will that take care of it?

Looks like
we're back in business.

Hello?

Oh, Dottie, no, I told you,

as soon as he gets home I'll...

Oh, guess who just
came through the door?

- Who is it?
- Your secretary.

Hello? You're kidding.

Oh, we'll get back to him
first thing in the morning.

Yeah. Thanks.
Yeah, have a nice night.

- What was that all about?
- We've been playing phone tag

with a new client
from New York all day.

Dottie was concerned I wouldn't
get to hook up with him.

I thought it must've
been something cataclysmic.

She's called three times
in the last 20 minutes.

It's time to think
car phone, Dad.

What's with her anyway?

She's a temp. She's trying
to make a good impression.

Don't hold that against her.

No,
she seemed very nice

- over the phone.
- She is.

She's the best secretary
I've had since we moved.

- I'll get it.
- Oh, thanks, hon.

Ah,
Monsieur Rick, bonjour.

- Oh, you did not have to.
- Oh, but I did.

- And they ain't for you, buddy.
- Ah, okay.

Mademoiselle Brenda,
Monsieur Rick is here.

Shut up, Brandon.
I'll be down in a minute.

- Rick!
- Hi, Mrs. Walsh. How are you?

Hi, this is my husband, Jim.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- Thank you.

Brenda tells us you transferred
to UCLA from Madison.

Yeah, I couldn't take
another Wisconsin winter.

You came to the right house.

We're refugees from Minnesota.

Yeah, Brenda told me.

What did Brenda tell you?

- Hi. Hi, you look great.
- Thanks.

Here, for you.

Wow, thank you.

Uh, Mom, could you, please?

Sure, honey.

So, what did Brenda tell you?

Well, Rick was about to tell us
why he bailed on winter.

Well, actually, I moved here

mostly because
UCLA has a top-notch

business economics department.

I thought you were a writer.

I thought you were French.

A good friend of mine
teaches over at UCLA.

Yeah. He's asked me

to speak to his class
on tax shelters.

Wait a minute.
You are the Jim Walsh

who wrote "The Last
of the Dying Tax Shelters"

in Business Worldmagazine?

Word for word.

Well, this really is an honor.

Thank you.

I think you just made his day.

Oh, I think you made his life.

Uh, can we go?

Yeah. It was a pleasure
meeting y'all.

It was a real pleasure
meeting you, too, Rick.

Bye.

Great. We'll see ya.

Bye-bye.

They make a great couple,
don't you think?

Welcome to the planetarium.

Our show will begin
in one minute.

I haven't been here
since our field trip

- in the seventh grade.
- Mm.

You sat by Kenny Biller.

I cannot believe
you remember that.

Yeah, are you kidding me?
Kelly, I sat there.

I watched to see if he had
the guts to make a move on you

in front of the whole class.

No way. He was so shy.

You were sitting
with Deena Gornick, right?

Yeah, she was pretty
lively, that Deena.

So I hear.

Shh.

In the age of discovery,

nothing is off limits
or out of man's reach.

For the first time
in the history of science,

it truly seems that anything
is humanly possible.

I think the lecturer said
the same exact thing

last time we were here.

You know what?
I think you're right.

I think we're in a time warp.

We're trapped
in the seventh grade.

Scott, can you get me
out of here?

I don't know, Captain...

Shh! Mrs. Simpkus will hear us.

- You'll get us in trouble.
- So what?

If I can go to the principal's
office, so can you.

Operations are in place
for new launches

into unexplored territories
up until now thought of...

Do you have guts enough to make
a move in front of the class?

According to NASA's plans,
sometime after the...

I was just waiting
for permission.

An American astronaut
will step ashore

onto the next new world:

planet Mars.

ow,
I really love this place.

Yeah, me, too.

I mean, the food's great,
the music's great,

Nat's great.

The best part about it

is this is our place.

Maybe we should go
someplace else.

Did I say something wrong?

Rick, it's just that
this can't be our place.

I mean, my brother works here,
all my friends hang out here.

So, what are you saying?

Are you embarrassed
to be here with me?

- No, of course not.
- Then what is it?

You're afraid you're gonna run
into your old boyfriend?

- Rick.
- Hey, I'm not being critical.

It's perfectly understandable.

I mean, you were with him,
and now you're with me,

and it's not easy
to accept the fact

that you're gonna marry me
and have my five children

and spend the rest
of your life loving me.

How many children?

Hi.

Donna, hi. Hi, David.
You remember Rick, don't you?

- Oui. Rick, this is David.
- Hey, how're ya doin'?

Great. How you doin'?

Great.

Well, uh, I think
I'm gonna go put some money

in the jukebox. Bye.

Uh, sounds like a good idea.
I've a whole bunch of quarters.

- It was nice meeting you.
- Yeah, same here.

Maybe we should go
someplace else.

Yeah.

The city is so beautiful
when the Santa Anas are blowing.

You know when the best time is
to come up here?

Sunset.

Nah. It's when
you're so pissed off

that you can't even
see straight.

I mean, you look up
at these stars

and down at that city,

and you just realize
that you were never meant

to be the center
of the universe.

And it makes all
the other stuff,

all the hassles every day

with the SAT people
and all that...

it makes it seem so...

insignificant.

You know what really stinks?

No, Kel,

what really stinks?

You screw up a few times

and everybody thinks
that's who you are,

all you'll ever be,

even when you try
to do the right thing.

I guess it just makes you wonder
if it's worth it, you know?

It's all worth it.

If it wasn't,
we wouldn't be here right now.

Dylan.

I think we should take it slow.

Kelly,

we have known each other
all our lives.

We can't take it any slower.

Yes, we can. I'm starving.

I'm starving, too.

Come on.

Hello, my darling.

Hey, Nat.

- Welcome back!
- Thank you.

Come. Come, come, come.

And in honor of your return

to the Peach Pit,

tonight, everything's
on the house.

Oh, I should get run over
more often.

Brandon said
it was a hit-and-run.

Yeah, so if you happen to see

a silver, nondescript,
muscle car with a bent grill,

make sure to call the cops.

Absolutely.

Something might turn up.

You never know.

Andrea, you know, if you want
to get some leads,

you should offer a reward.

Oh, right. I should just
dig deep in my change purse.

I'll put up the cash.

Thanks, Steve.
That's very generous, but I...

Maybe it would work.

The school is going to do it
for the break-in.

- You're kidding?
- $250,

- no questions asked.
- That's a terrible idea!

You just suggested it
for the hit-and-run.

Yeah, but this
is completely different.

- Why?
- Well, you know how kids are.

They'll make up any story to get
their hands on some dough.

You're probably right.

The detective in charge
of the investigation told me

in confidence that he thinks
the trail's getting real cold.

Really? That's too bad.

Yeah, but you know,
he strikes me as such a...

incredibly negative kind of guy.

I mean, they already know
that it wasn't a forced entry.

- Come again?
- It wasn't a break-in.

Whoever was going and tampering
with those computers

was either hiding in the school
or somehow got a set of keys.

What's the name
of your freshman buddy?

Herbert. Why?

'Cause he just came in.

Steve, I really need
to talk to you.

I know how you're feeling,
Herbert.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

But it's very important.

Let's discuss it later.
Come on. Trust me.

He's having girl problems.

He wants one.
That's the problem.

Hello.

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
he's right here.

Hold on a second.

Dottie for Mr. Walsh.

Again?

- Hello.
- Oh!

You finished typing
the whole report?

You are incredible.

I may have to go back
to the office

to sign some legal documents.

Oh, Jim, it's 9:30.

I know,
but she's worked overtime

just so the papers could go out
as soon as possible.

Oh, I mean couldn't
she just drop them by?

Dottie, would it be
too much trouble

to swing by my house
on your way home?

Thank you.
Okay, I'll see you then.

She is definitely
the best secretary I ever had.

Well, she sounds
incredibly conscientious.

No, she sounds like
she doesn't have a life.

Are you sure
you don't want a bite of this?

I better not.

You don't know
what you're missing.

Do you know how many calories
are on that fork?

About a billion.

Mm, mm...

Is it yummy?

Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Maybe I'll have just
a little teensy-weensy bite.

Okay.

- Mm...
- So?

So can I have another bite?

Mm-hmm.

You can have it all.

Next time dinner's on me.

Thinking
about next time already?

Don't you want there to be
a next time?

Well, I'm still thinking
about this time.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

And what are you thinking about,
Mr. McKay?

Well, I'm thinking
about how beautiful you are.

And I'm thinking about

I wish all these people
weren't here.

Why? What would you do?

I'd do this.

And I'd do this.

And maybe even this.

Spend the night with me, Kelly.

Let's get outta here.

Oh, my God.

Brenda.

I can't believe this.

I can't believe
you would do this to me.

You said Dylan could go out
with whoever he wanted.

And you said you're
my best friend. What a joke.

Hey, give it rest,
Bren, all right?

If you're trying to make me
jealous, Dylan, it won't work.

You're the one
who broke up with me.

Don't you ever forget it.

So how long has this
been going on with you two?

Since about 6:30.

Kelly, if you're trying to lose
your bimbo image,

- I don't think this will help.
- Look, Brenda.

Listen, I gotta say
something here.

Obviously, there's a lot of
history between all of you,

but hurting each other is not
going to accomplish a thing.

- By the way, I'm Rick.
- I'm Dylan.

Bren tells me you're
a hell of a tour guide, Rick.

- Can we go, please?
- Wait.

Why don't we all just sit down
and try and talk this thing out?

I mean, I know it's going to be
a little bit uncomfortable,

but you guys have known
each other for too long

to just blow it off like this.

I am not a bimbo, okay?

Whatever you say, Kelly.
But I was always taught

that if it looks like a duck
and it walks like a duck...

Go to hell.

Excuse me.

Hi!

May I help you?

Dottie, hi!

Come on in.

Dottie, this is my wife, Cindy.

I know it's Cindy. We go way
back. We're old phone pals.

It's nice to finally put the
face and the voice together.

Yes.

Guys, I didn't know
we had... company.

Dottie, this is my son, Brandon.

Brandon, Dottie.
Dottie, Brandon.

Hi. I've heard all about you.

- My dad left out the good parts.
- Brandon.

Anyone ever tell you
you look like Cindy Crawford?

I think it's the ears.

If only we could bring him
out of his shell.

Flattery will get you
everywhere.

Okay, here are the documents.

Don't forget you have a 9:30
haircut appointment tomorrow,

and, oh, I made reservations
at the Bistro

for your lunch with Brancato.

What would I do without you?

Well, even though
I'm still just a temp,

to be working with someone
who I respect and admire,

who appreciates everything
that I have to offer,

it's like a dream come true.

That's very nice of you to say.

See you tomorrow.

It's nice meeting you.

The pleasure was mine.

Bye. Thank you.

Isn't she incredible?

Yes.

That's one word for it.

Dad.

Did I miss something?

Honey, what's the matter?

Oh, it's so obvious.

What is?

Why she's
such an incredible secretary.

Oh, sweetie,
she has the hots for you.

Cindy...

Mom, think about
what you're saying here.

You're saying
that a babe like that

has got the hots for Dad?

- Yeah.
- I mean, she's like in her 20s.

- There's no way.
- You made your point, Brandon.

But what I would like to know
is what is your point?

Why did you change your clothes
before she came?

Dottie and I have
a professional relationship,

and I didn't think
it would be appropriate

to answer the door
in my bathrobe.

Or without aftershave.

You know what you sound like?

A very perceptive woman?

- No, a jealous wife.
- Oh, please!

Which I don't get.
I mean, what bothers you more:

that she respects me,
or she admires me?

It's what she "has to offer"

that I'm most concerned with.

Mom, really,
a girl like that is not gonna...

Brandon,
I'll take care of it, please.

Honey,

let me reassure you.

When I go into the office,

my mind is 110% on my work.

And with the exception
of you and the kids

and how the Vikings
are doing this season,

nothing else ever
enters my mind.

You sure
you don't want me to come in?

Uh, not tonight.

I'm really sorry
all this happened.

Those were two
of the closest people

in my entire life.

People that I've shared
intimate secrets with,

people that I trusted.

It's just that
I feel so betrayed.

Listen to me, Brenda.

It's about moving on.

It's about forgetting
about the past

and looking to the future,

about knowing
that certain relationships

are important
at certain times in your life,

but then you start moving
in different directions,

and they just
don't work anymore.

You sound like my father.

Well, your father's a smart man.

So, you told Dylan about us?

Yeah, sort of.

I am gonna make you
forget him, Brenda.

Kelly, I didn't force
you to do anything.

No, you didn't,
but you were very persuasive.

You were the one who said that
honesty isn't the best policy.

No, what I said
was honesty isn't necessarily

the best policy
when you're trying

to keep from hurting someone.

Then why do I feel so horrible?

I mean, some of the things
she said...

Yeah, Bren is not really known

for beating around the bush.

I just...

I wish this whole night
never happened.

Hey, come on. Don't say that.

I'm glad tonight happened.

Well, maybe not that last part.

But I'm glad
to be here with you.

I just can't stop thinking
about what you said

at the restaurant.

How you made a big point
about reminding her

that she broke up with you
and not the other way around.

All I meant was I don't need
her approval to go out with you.

I just feel like maybe I'm here
because she's not.

You know that's not true.

No, I don't.

Maybe you're with me
on the rebound.

What about this summer, huh?

What about up at Paradise Cove,

the first time
I ever kissed you?

Was that on the rebound?

I don't know, okay?

What can I do to convince you?

I don't think you can.

At least not tonight.

Okay, this should work
if you start it on page three

right next
to the Peach Pit ad, okay?

Uh, Brandon.

Hey, Andrea.
You want to check out this copy?

Sure. Can I just talk to you
for a minute alone?

- Yeah, excuse me.
- Thanks.

What's up, chief?

- You know, this computer thing.
- Yeah.

It may be bigger
than either one of us

- could have ever imagined.
- That's not what the police say.

They seem to think the reason
it was such a botched job

is because it was done
by some novice hacker...

Brandon, can you let me finish,
please?

All right?

Have you ever heard of something
called the, uh, the legacy key?

Yeah, I think so, why?

Jay called me this morning
from Northwestern to check in,

and he told me that
when he was editor of the Blaze,

he had heard rumors
about a master key

that unlocked every door
in the school.

He's pretty positive that kids
have been using it for years

to steal tests
and change their grades.

Brandon, if this is true,

we could be looking
at a conspiracy

along the lines
of the Billionaire Boys Club.

- Steve. I need to talk to you.
- Sure, but make it quick.

Coach Chapmanis gonna kill me
if I'm late for gym again.

You took the legacy key,
didn't you?

Bring me up to speed here.
I got things to do.

Steve, Andrea knows
all about it.

She knows it's been handed down.
Now all she has to do

is figure out
who's desperate enough

to try to break
into the computers

- to change their grades.
- What did you tell her?

I didn't tell her anything,
but she's very thorough.

You haven't discovered that
since you been her nursemaid?

Hey, I don't have
to listen to this crap.

You tell me what it looks like.

You offer me in on the legacy,

you bomb out on your SAT,

and your grades suck.

So my GPA isn't the greatest.

And I probably
won't get into SC.

But there is a line there,
and I didn't cross it.

Fine, then you won't mind
handing over the guy

who offered you the key.

You and Andrea are so smart,

why don't you guys
figure it out?

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Dylan.

Come on in.

I'm afraid I have some bad news
about your SAT score.

The board's denied your appeal.

What?

Denied? How in the hell
can they do that to me?

I'm just as surprised
as you are.

Hey, I was there.
I took the damn test.

I know you did, but the proctor
doesn't remember anyone

coming in late,
and since there was

no prior record
of your signature,

they didn't feel
there's enough evidence

to support your case.

They did say they'll let you
take the test again.

Yeah, that's real big of them,
Mrs. Teasley.

Dylan, your only other option
is to battle this out in court.

Now it's been done.

But it's a lengthy process,
and there are no guarantees.

So then it's official:
I'm a cheater.

I'm sorry.

Good word, that "sorry,"
Mrs. Teasley.

That describes
this whole situation.

- This thing is sorry.
- Dylan.

Brenda, I need to talk to you.

Suddenly you need my permission
to do something?

- Look, I wanted to tell you.
- Then why didn't you, Kel?

Dylan thought it would only
hurt you if we told you,

and neither of us
wanted to do that.

So you snuck around
behind my back

out of concern for my feelings?
That's pretty pathetic.

You were the one
who said you were tired

of going out with someone
who was brooding all the time.

You don't even know
what went on last night.

I know you and Dylan well enough
to know

that you did not go back
to his house to study Spanish.

What's going on with you guys?

Now that I've met Rick,

I can understand why
you dumped Dylan. Rick's a stud.

- A big, sweet, boring stud.
- Kelly.

At least I wasn't second choice.

Neither was I.

What do you mean by that?

Would you two stop it!

Dylan!

Where are you going?

Anywhere but here.

Hello.

Okay.

I'll tell her. Thanks.

Uh, Dad's gonna be running
a little late.

- Oh, what'd he say?
- It was Dad's secretary.

Ah...

Maybe we should invite her
for dinner too.

Let's see, I faxed
a copy to Morrison.

You have a 9:30 with Leibrandt
tomorrow morning,

and if you'd just
sign my time card,

that should take care
of everything.

Thank you for putting in
so much overtime.

I really appreciate it.

I know I sound
like a broken record,

but this is the best job
I've had in a long time.

I think we're a great team.

Well, in that case,
I don't mean to sound pushy,

but you're gonna get a call
from the employment agency

to see if you want
to hire me full time.

Actually, I've been thinking
about it for quite some time.

That's what I was hoping
you'd say.

'Cause I can't get you
out of my mind.

And if you make me
your personal secretary,

I'll make your life
very happy, Mr. Walsh.

Mr. Walsh?

Mr. Walsh? There's no time
pressure on this.

If you're not ready, I'll tell
the agency to back off.

No. No. Not at all.

- No, I'll sleep with you...
- I'll sleep on it tonight and...

give you my decision tomorrow.

Great. See you tomorrow.

See ya.

Hi, honey.

I'm walking out the door.

That was a brutal scene
in the hallway today.

I can't seem to win. I kept
Dylan at arm's length all summer

because of my close friendship
with Brenda.

Then she breaks up with the guy
and assures me she's over him.

So, after a lot
of soul-searching

I figure I'm free and clear
to go for it, you know,

but somehow I end up
being the bitch.

I don't think that's how
Dylan feels about you at all.

Talk to you later.

Hey, this is Dylan.
You know the drill.

Dylan, it's Kelly.

Look, I don't know
what's going on with you.

I don't even know
what's going on with me.

But let's talk about it, okay?

Call me... anytime.

I'll be here.

Yeah, with the new tax laws
I don't think there's

any real great advantage
to capital gains.

Just like tax-shelters,

they're not the attraction
they used to be.

But then again, what is?

Oh, I'm sorry, Brenda.
I don't mean to ignore you.

It's just so rare
that I get the opportunity

to talk to a top professional
like your dad.

You know, Rick, if you want
to drop by the office

to see how things run,
I could give you the grand tour.

That would be terrific.

How scintillating.

All right, I promise,
no more shop talk.

Good idea.

Sorry, honey.

Coffee, tea, or peanut brittle?

No, thanks.
I'm stuffed, Mrs. Walsh.

You're a great cook.

Well, thank you, Rick.

So, what business
is your family in, Rick?

My father's
an electrical engineer

for the Hatami Corporation.

My keyboard's a Hatami.

My dad was one
of the original designers.

In fact, I have one
in my room back in my dorm.

Really?

- You're late.
- Oh, yeah?

Just be glad I showed up at all.

A little hostility, huh?

Let's just say
blackmail doesn't bring out

my best qualities,
all right, Hudge?

I don't think you're looking
at this the right way at all.

Why don't you spare me
your interpretation?

That kind of attitude
got you into this trouble.

You gotta learn to work
from your strengths.

Yours is your wallet.

Bloodsucker.

- Well, that's real generous.
- Yeah.

But I don't think 100 bucks
is gonna cut it anymore.

I'm sorry.

I had no idea we were gonna sing

all of Jerry Lee's
greatest hits.

Yeah, I think it was
male bonding at its worse.

Maybe I can make it up to you

with a little
male-female bonding.

Are you mad at me?

No.

Rick, listen.

You're a really nice guy.

Uh-oh.

No, look...

I don't mean you're a nice guy,
I mean...

You are a really nice guy.

This just isn't gonna work out.

Why not?

I just don't think
we have anything in common.

What happened to fate,

destiny, kismet?

Look, I got wrapped up
in the romance of it all.

The truth is I'm not ready
to get involved

in another relationship,

at least not the kind you want.

Have I been pressuring you

into doing anything
you're not ready for?

Rick, I'm not talking about sex.

I'm talking
about everything else.

You practically have us
walking down the aisle together.

Brenda, I never believed
in love at first sight

until I first saw you sitting
on that park bench in Paris.

And then when I ran into you
at the video store,

it hit me like a ton of bricks.

You're the one.

Maybe if it were another time.

Just answer me one question.

No, it has nothing to do
with Dylan McKay.

Are you sure about that?

Your father's gonna be crushed.

I'll break it to him gently.

Don't lose my number.

'Cause I will definitely
not lose yours.

Bro, I saved a seat up here
for you, but then there was

this fine young thing
I just had to service.

- You know how it is.
- Yeah, I know.

You show those newspaper
clippings to Mrs. Teasley?

No, not yet.

- What are you waiting for?
- It's a done deal.

The SAT people
decided I cheated.

There's nothing I can do
to change their minds.

That sucks, man. I'm real sorry.

Yeah. Anyway, Brandon, look,
you were the only one

who stuck by me through this,

so I wanted to come down
and say thanks.

Hey, no big thang.
I'll see ya tomorrow.

No, you won't.

I, uh, I'm gonna
take off for a while.

For like how long?

Couldn't tell ya.

Are you talking about
dropping out of school?

No, I'm talking about I...

I just need some space,
you know.

I need to get away
from everything and everyone.

Are you sure
it's such a good idea? I mean...

you don't want to fall into
any self-destructive thing.

That's why I gotta go.

When are you leaving?

This is my last stop.

- Good luck, brother.
- Thanks, man.

- I'll see ya.
- Okay.

Hey, this is Dylan.
You know the drill.