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I weighed 70 pounds
when my parents checked me in.

And the doctor said
that he would discharge me

when I got up to 85,

and I went nuts.

It's like 85 pounds?

You'll ruin me.

When you hit 85,
were you ruined?

I thought I was.

When I went home, someone said
that I was looking better,

so I stayed in my room
for three days.

What made you finally come out?

I had to get away
from my mother.

I'm not kidding.

Kelly Taylor.

Would you like to tell us
something about yourself?

Mom, I am begging you.

Please don't make me
go back to that place.

The girls there are crazy.

- They're not crazy.
- Yes, they are.

One of the girls got so thin,
the doctors at the hospital

had to force-feed her
through a tube.

You know what she did?

She pinched off the tube
because she still wanted

to lose a couple of pounds.

Maybe we should try
to find you another group.

I don't want to be in any group.

Come on, Kelly.

You're a beautiful girl,

but you have got to start
taking care of yourself.

Do you know how many models
I knew in New York

who ruined their health
and their careers

because of not eating properly?

The last thing I want is for you
to end up back in the hospital.

Me either.

If this was supposed to be like
Scared Straight, it's working.

I even stopped on the way home
and got a mega burger.

It's even got mayonnaise.

This is serious, Kelly.

Are your friends giving you
a hard time

about being in this group?

No. Probably because none
of them know I'm in therapy.

David knows.

Dylan doesn't.

Dylan is in AA.

If anybody would understand,
he would.

Yeah. An eating disorder group.
That's very attractive.

Kelly.

I made a mistake.
I didn't follow directions.

I wasn't trying to kill myself
like those other girls.

Please?

Okay, if that's what you want,

but only as long
as you keep eating.

I will. I am. See?

Mmm... so good.

All you seniors who
haven't cast your votes yet

for the senior poll,
you have until third period

to scar your fellow
classmates for life.

Ugh. Like this school needs
another popularity contest.

Don't worry, Bren,

I'm sure you'll win
Done Most For Class.

- Right.
- I'm serious.

You organized the Pigskin Prom,

the Christmas trip
to Alvarado Street,

the orientation program
for the Freshman Buddies.

Brandon, it doesn't matter.

Like last year, all the winners

will know each other
since second grade.

I just can't believe
that you care.

You mean you don't think
ten years from now,

you'll get a kick looking back
at the final issue of The Blaze

and remembering
that your friends and classmates

thought that you were
one of the best?

Truthfully, Bren, I haven't
given it much thought.

You mean you haven't voted?

Well, yeah, I... I voted.

And you didn't vote
for yourself?

In any category?

I rest my case.

Hey, Steve.

Look at my books, man!

One of those subhumans
in detention

wrote graffiti all over them.

"Thumper"?

Maybe I can guilt-trip
Mrs. Teasley into admitting

I shouldn't be incarcerated
with any of those lunatics.

8:00 a. m., it's already turning
into a red-letter day.

Man... did you get my message
about Celeste?

Yeah, yeah.
How come she and her friend

don't want to go
to the Lakers game with us?

She had other plans.

First time I asked her out
since our TV dream date,

and she passes...
not a good sign.

To tell you the truth,
I'm feeling a little iffy

about going
to a basketball game.

Don't worry. I got tickets
in the no-gambling section.

If you even think about betting,

the ushers come and smack you.

Good.

Think "dateage."

We need two live ones Friday,

and bring condoms
because I feel lucky.

Right. No, I understand.

Yes. Believe me, I don't want

your camp program
to fall apart either,

but my first responsibility
has to be to the students

of West Beverly High,
not Alvarado Street Elementary.

Yeah. Maybe next year.

Uh... Mrs. Teasley?

Yes, Steven?

I couldn't help hearing that
about Alvarado St.

Are they having
financial difficulties?

To put it mildly.

Actually, our budget
is the one being cut back.

And, apparently, after 14 years,
there are not enough funds

to support a summer camp
on our campus anymore.

Oh, that's too bad.
You know, I had such a blast

playing Santa for those kids
last Christmas.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

Did you need something?

I guess now
is not a good time, huh?

Sometimes your power of
observation is truly remarkable.

Guess who.

It has to be the most beautiful
girl at West Beverly.

Oh, and, if that's
the way you feel,

how come you didn't
call me back last night?

Well, when I'm writing,
I lose all sense of time.

- So you say.
- Think I was playing around?

I was kidding.

I know. It's just that, well,

I've been grappling with some
pretty heavy things, you know?

I've been writing
about my dad and...

I know. How's it going?

I don't know.
I mean, I'm too close to it.

I got to make
some last-minute revisions.

So you're almost done?

- Almost.
- When do I get to read it?

When it's finished,
just like everybody else.

I understand.

I knew you would.

Where are you going?

- You won't wait for the results?
- No.

You'll make me go through this
all by myself?

Kel, you're a big girl, okay?
I think you can handle it.

You are a coward!

Is this what I think it is?

Well, it's a rough draft.

Can't believe you're done.

It's only the first chapter.
It's mostly...

Well, it's stuff
about my father.

It'll require editing if you
want to publish part of it .

Probably.

If you don't have time
to read it now...

I'll make time to read it.

I'm honored that you're
letting me see this.

Thanks.

Hi, Kel.

When will they announce
the results of the poll?

I think Donna and David
will do it at lunch.

- Why? You nervous?
- A little.

I don't want to be remembered

as the girl who OD'd
on her 18th birthday.

Did I tell you it's good
to have you back?

Well, I never really left,
but thanks.

Well, if it isn't
our Most Likely to Succeed

and our Most Beautiful.

- Very funny.
- I call 'em like I see 'em.

Well, you don't
have to humor me.

You haven't looked
in the mirror lately. Brando.

What's the deal
with the senior poll?

I really don't know
any more than you guys do.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on,
The Blaze runs the poll.

That's right.
The Blaze runs the senior poll,

but the juniors keep the ballots
under lock and key

so that certain people
won't be tempted

to have their friends
stuff the ballots.

Hey, I resemble that remark.

Well, you are a definite
for Most Likely to Succeed.

And Biggest Flirt has your name
written all over it.

You think so?

I've seen it firsthand.

If all else fails,
there's always Best Dressed.

I really think you're blowing
this way out of proportion.

I mean, it's not
like the Nobel Peace Prize.

Gee, I didn't know they gave
a Nobel Prize for Biggest Flirt.

Now, for Most Athletic.

And the winner is...

Tony Miller,

all-league linebacker
and heck of a guy.

And he will share
the honor with...

Well, well, we had a successful
write-in campaign

for Olympic gold medalist
Kristi Yamaguchi.

Did I miss much?

Brandon and Andrea won
for Most Likely to Succeed,

David got Most Talented, and
Donna won for Best Dressed.

What about Steve?

Don't even say a word.

Steve, it's meaningless.

I didn't hear you say that
when you won.

Biggest Flirt will be no
surprise to anyone in a skirt.

At least there's some justice
in this world.

It's Tim James.

And, for Flirtette,

- Claudette Fletcher.
- Steve.

It's a stupid poll, man.
Your life is not over.

No, your life is not over, okay?

I can't even get a date
to the game.

Okay, Done Most for the Class
is next.

And the winners are...

Adam Collins and Leah Mulder.

Leah Mulder?

Well, she convinced
Fashion Emporium

to give a 10% discount
to every dues-paying senior.

Leah, we all thank you
from the bottom of our closets.

Didn't you and Leah go to, like,
elementary school together?

Yeah. I've known her
since, like, second grade.

Okay, Most Handsome is next.

And, first, I would
like to emphasize

that I personally voted
for my most talented boyfriend,

David, here.

You're welcome.

But the winner is Dylan McKay!

Where is Dylan?

Well, you know him.

Anything to avoid
a class activity.

And now, West Beverly's
choice for Most Beautiful.

And the winner is

the one and the only--

there she is-- Kelly Taylor.

Congratulations. Go.

There she is, our queen.

Without her king.

You're
a terrific writer.

Well, I'm glad you like it.
Should I send it to Doubleday?

Well, actually,
I have a few minor notes,

if you don't mind feedback.

Absolutely. That's why
I gave it to you.

But, Zuckerman,
don't be too brutal.

Wouldn't think of it.

Oh, by the way,

congrats
on winning Most Handsome.

Yeah. Now my life
is complete, huh?

There's someone at the door.
I gotta bail.

- I'll call you.
- Bye.

Did somebody here order takeout?

Anybody here order takeout?

Nope. Sorry.
You got the wrong house.

You're in a strange mood.

You always do that to me.

Oh, do I?

Ever since kindergarten.

Remember?
You gave me half your cookie?

I cannot believe you
remember that stuff.

Oh, yeah. I remember
all kinds of things.

I've been flashing back
a lot lately.

You know, I did a pilgrimage
down to the old playground.

You should do it sometime.

It gets you back to your roots.

Oh, yeah.
That's just what I need.

The prettiest girl
in Beverly Hills?

That's just what I need.

Dylan, they're
taking the pictures

for the senior poll tomorrow,

and want us to dress
appropriate for the category.

So I was thinking
it'd be really fun

if you wore, like, a tux,

and I wore a really
elegant evening gown.

How about you wear
whatever you want,

and I'll wear a bag
over my head?

Seriously.

I am serious.

- Dylan...
- Kelly...

It's bad enough you wouldn't
go with me

when they announced it,

now you wanna wear
a bag over your head?

What are you saying?

That the senior poll
thing is a big joke.

That's it. Over and out.
It has nothing to do with you.

I'm standing next to you
in the picture,

it has everything to do with me.

Winning Most Beautiful isn't
the most important thing either.

All right. I know.

Let's just...
just forget I said anything.

I'll wear the Fred Astaire suit,
top hat...

We'll have a great time.

Don't do me any favors.

Come here.

You should have won
the Sexiest Best Lover.

Is that all I am to you?

Are you kidding?

You're a goddess.

Have I ever shown you
my favorite room?

Every chance you get.

Well, it's different this time.

Is it?

Mm-mm-mm.

Better safe than sorry.

Yeah.

♪ Every now and then ♪

♪ The planets are aligned... ♪

♪ For a little while... ♪

Bren, you got
the school phone directory?

Yeah, it's on my desk.

Who are you calling?

Patty Crawford.

Why?

I promised Steve
I'd try to round up

dates for us for Friday night.

But she's such a snob.

Well, she did win Best Dancer.

Rub it in, why don't you?

Come on, Bren,

would you rather have won
Most Naive like Donna?

Donna also won
Friendliest and Funniest Laugh.

Why is there a University
of Minnesota application here?

I thought we decided we'd both
go to California.

Brandon, I'm just
keeping my options open.

Just 'cause
you didn't win anything.

Excuse me, but I filled
out that application

more than a week ago, okay?

Well, Bren, you've been
in California so long,

you may be forgetting what
a Midwestern winter is like.

You've forgotten
how many friends we had.

Come on, Bren, when do
you think the last time

Darla Hansen even gave you
a passing thought?

Oh, about a half hour ago
when she and I were discussing

rooming together
in the same dorm.

Sounds like more
than keeping your options open.

Have you told Mom and Dad
about moving back?

Not yet.

And I'd appreciate it
if you'd let me

break it to them my own way.

It says
your application deadline...

Don't you have a call to make?

I don't even like
Patty Crawford.

Patty, you don't have
to explain. It's okay.

I didn't realize
there was bad blood

between you and Steve.

Yeah, sure,
maybe some other time.

Yeah, bye now.

So much
for Most Likely To Succeed.

Hey, Dad.

How's it going?

You look fantastic.

Thanks.

One scoop or two?

Make mine a double.

Tax time gets more
ridiculous every year.

What's your excuse?

Well, it's kind of embarrassing.

Steve has tickets
to the Laker game tomorrow,

and we can't find anyone
to go with us.

So, if you and Mom
aren't busy...

That's the nicest invitation
I've had all year.

What's the nicest invitation
you've had all year?

Your son just invited us
to the Laker game

with him and Steve.

Sounds like a lot of fun.

The problem is I've got
a million returns due

by the 15th.

If you guys can't,

that's okay,
I understand. No problem.

Jim, come on.

Oh, you're right.

The hell.
I haven't been all season.

It really means a lot to me
that you, uh,

still want to spend a Friday
with your old man.

Oh, and thank Steve
for us.

I sure will.

Well, if I didn't talk to David,

I wouldn't know anything
that's going on with you.

Congratulations, Most Beautiful.

I wanted to surprise you.

So I raided your closet.

Well, what do you think?

Perfect.

Yeah. I just feel like something
is a little off.

Well, if you're going to
wear a dress like that,

you've got to
upgrade those eyes.

Like mother, like daughter.

Invisible eyelashes
and pale as a ghost.

That's better.

See, I do come in handy
every once in a while.

I could give you a few tips
if you want.

No, I've got to go.
It's just a school picture.

Well, that is what I thought
about my high school picture,

until it got picked up

in a "Girls of Ohio" spread
in Esquire,

and the next thing I knew
I was modeling in New York.

Oh, I don't want to be a model.

Of course not.

I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

But there's nothing wrong
with looking like one,

is there?

Now,

what do you think?

That's nice.

I used to love to put your hair
up when you were little.

Yeah, maybe I should
wear it up then.

It would show off your neck.

Highlight your angle.

My angle?

Kelly, every woman needs to know

how to hold her head
so she looks her absolute best.

For a model
that's the difference

between $10,000 a day
and nothing.

Don't worry. We'll make you
look unforgettable.

Senior poll winners,

last call for photos
in the quad.

Be there or be square.

So is this how you
dress for success?

That's what they tell me.

The Blaze should've had
a category

for Most Time Spent
in Detention.

- Steve...
- No, it's cool. It's old news.

I'd like to know who's going
to the game with us?

I kind of wanted to talk to you
about that. Come here.

Oh, don't even
tell me you struck out?

No, no, no, I didn't strike out.

I somehow managed
to invite my parents.

You're kidding?

No, I'm not kidding,

it just slipped out.

Look, you don't mind, do you?

Yeah, I kind of do mind!

You shouldn't have put me
in charge

- of organizing your social life.
- Obviously.

How could you do this to me?

Don't I have enough
trouble as it is?

Steve, I hate to
inform you of this,

but some jerk defacing
your school books

and not winning the poll are not
the major issues of our time.

- Listen, I...
- No, it's okay.

We'll go with your folks
on one condition...

you sit next to your mother.

What's wrong with my mother?

I thought I was gonna
be able to sneak in by myself

and put on some mascara
before the photo session.

Oh, well, take a number.

You think I look too naive?

I think you look adorable.

And I loved your outfit
as Best Dressed.

It was great.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I don't think you need mascara.
You have great eyes.

You have great everything.

Only if I work at it.

Oh, yeah, Kelly Taylor
a total car chaser.

You have to admit
my eyelashes are invisible.

I'm as pale as a ghost.

I have no cheekbones,

and my nose is never
gonna be quite right.

Will you can the self-pity?

Like every girl
wouldn't trade places with you.

I'll trade.

Let them spend their lives

trying to look unforgettable

just to never
be taken seriously.

- You're being ridiculous.
- Am I?

I just said
nobody takes me seriously

and you didn't, did you?

Well, from what Dylan
has been writing,

I would say he takes you
very seriously.

You've read Dylan's manuscript?

Mm-hmm. Oh, it's terrific.

Thank you.

Uh, clowns, please.

I don't know, McKay.

I think you should have
won Best Dressed.

Come on, this is Kelly's idea.

She wanted a fashion statement,

so this is my homage
to Fred Astaire.

Except he could dance.

- You can't...
- Dylan.

Hey, good looking.

- Is this what you had in mind?
- No. Can we talk?

Hey, Dylan,
don't go too far away.

You're on deck.

What's the matter?

When do I get to read
your manuscript?

- I told you, when it's ready.
- Why is it done for Andrea?

Because she's my editor.

And she's the one
that got me into writing.

Why don't you
go to bed with her?

What are you saying?

I resent being good enough
to sleep with,

- not to show your writing to.
- I'll show it to you.

Not 'cause you value my opinion,
only for me to shut up.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be right back.

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

but I value your opinion.

You value the way I look,
the way I dress,

and that I have sex with you.

You don't listen to what I say.

I don't listen to you?
Who was I listening to

when I picked up
this ridiculous hat and cane?

- I don't want the picture taken.
- Fine, then we won't take it.

I want to take it.

Well, don't forget
to smile for the camera.

Dylan called, honey.

Who cares?

So, I'm dying to know,
how'd the session go?

I didn't get the stupid picture
taken, okay?

After all that work
we went through?

You went through.

I sat there,
hating every minute of it.

Then you should've
said something.

I couldn't, you were
too busy putting my hair up

and criticizing my makeup.

I did nothing of the kind.
I said you looked perfect.

But you didn't mean it.
You never do.

- Kelly?!
- When I was 12, it was,

"Of course you're pretty, honey,

but let's see if Weight Watchers
does the trick."

- That again?
- When I turned 15,

you didn't get me a cake
like a normal mom,

- but a nose job.
- You begged me!

After you told me I needed it.

Not true! Since you were
old enough to read,

all you'd talk about
was beauty and fashion.

That's all you talked about

when you weren't passed out
or with one-nighters.

I'm terrible,
I ruined your life.

- Is that what you want to hear?
- No.

- That makes two of us.
- Fine, I'll shut up.

But thank you for teaching me
to be shallow and insincere.

Why are you trying to hurt me?

Oh, God, I am so
sick of everything,

- I could scream.
- You are screaming.

Yeah, and it's about time.

Get back here.
Where are you going?

Brandon, hi. How are you?

Fine. Late. Crazed. How are you?

This is going
to sound a little weird,

I need to borrow $50.

Not likely.
Brandon! Steve's here.

I'll be right down, Mom.

Brandon, can't you help me out?

Brenda, all I have in
the world is ten dollars.

Thanks, but I need $50.

- Why?
- Minnesota requires $50

to process
an out-of-state application.

Why don't you hit
Mom and Dad up for a check?

You haven't told them
you're applying there yet?

I didn't want to get into
a big family powwow over this...

Eventually, they'll find out.

When are you telling them?
After being accepted?

I haven't found a good time.

Now is definitely
not a good time, okay?

Dad is not even home yet,
and we're already late.

The application has to be
postmarked tonight.

You're killing me, Bren.

Do you think Steve
would lend me $50?

- He just pulled in.
- Good.

- Sorry, I'm late. I got waylaid.
- It's okay, honey. No rush.

Yeah, who wants see
the opening tip-off?

Hey, hey, hey, I know
a great shortcut, okay?

- Hey, Dad, let's go.
- I'll be down in two seconds.

Fine.

Want something to eat
before we go?

Yeah. Your Mom made
fresh fruit cups.

No, thanks, Mom. We'll just get
a couple dogs at the game.

- If we ever get to the game.
- He'll be down in two seconds.

Dad?

Hi, honey.

Can I talk to you
for two seconds?

I'd like to apply
to the University of Minnesota.

Cindy, can you please come
up here for two seconds?

I'll just be two seconds.

Two seconds, two seconds,

what is two seconds,
Walsh-speak for an eternity?

Steve, it only takes
20 minutes to get to the Forum.

- We've got plenty of time.
- Man...

Come on, damn it!

Jim, relax.

Hell of a shortcut.

Shut up.
We're in a family crisis, okay?

I'm just so fed up with her.

How could she spring this on us
at the last minute?

Are we that unapproachable?

We're her parents.

She's just keeping
her options open.

An option that's
2,000 miles away from us.

Honey, don't take
it so personally.

All she heard growing up

was what a fabulous
school Minnesota was.

Every lousy driver in L.A.
is on the road tonight.

Maybe we should go back.

No, no, no.

We're almost there.

Don't they have
a big show at half-time?

Uh, that's football, Mrs. Walsh.

You're definitely
sitting next to her.

- Steve, great seats!
- Oh, thanks a lot.

Man, the game's already
in the refrigerator.

Where I'll put you
if you don't chill.

Who sits where?

Why don't you just sit there?

Steve likes the aisle.

Don't you want to sit
next to dad?

No, no, that's okay. I'd much
rather sit next to you.

Excuse me, is this your seat?

No. This is his seat.

This is my seat.

Okay.

Congratulations.

Before the game, seat GG 35

was picked at random

to try to make a half-court
shot at half-time for $10,000.

- Go for it, son!
- I need to see your ticket stub.

Yeah, sure.

There it is...

I'm sorry. I need GG 35.

- We've got it.
- He has the wrong ticket.

G... GG 35! Buddy, buddy!

I've been waiting all
my life for this shot!

This way. Go get 'em brother.

Go...
go... Lakers!

Hey.

Man,
I'm glad to see you.

- Are you psyched?
- Psyched?

A little freaked out.

- You got to relax, man.
- I'm trying.

I've never been good
under pressure.

Don't worry. Nobody expect you
to hit a basket from half-court.

Are you kidding?
These people are brutal!

You make one air ball,
and they boo you.

Okay, you're up
in about four minutes.

Why don't we go out
and loosen up.

The worse part of this is seeing
Jack Nicholson going...

Come on,
you're not going to choke.

Listen, if I die
of embarrassment,

tell my mother I love her.

Come back with a check
for ten grand,

you can tell her yourself, okay?

All right, go for it!

Ten grand! Ten grand!

Think he'll hit it?

Eight-to-one
he throws up a brick.

I thought we'd quit gambling.

We did.

Brandon, wait a minute.

Did your sister tell you she
was applying?

Yeah, but she didn't
exactly confide in me.

Hmm. If she hadn't
needed a check,

I don't know
when we would have heard.

She just didn't want you to read
too much into it.

I know, but that doesn't
mean she has to shut us out.

You know, you and your sister
are going to be 18 this summer.

You're going to make
a lot of decisions

that your mother and I might
not necessarily agree with,

but that doesn't mean
we're going to turn on you.

Let's go watch Steve.

Uh, Dad...

I don't quite know how
to tell you this...

but, uh, the whole sports
betting thing...

I really didn't quit
when I was ahead.

I actually got into a little
trouble with a bookie.

A little trouble?

Actually, it was
a lot of trouble.

Nat had to bail me out.

Great, you can't
talk to me either?

No, I can. I just...

I just didn't want you
to know I was screwing up.

Brandon, no matter
how bad you screw up,

you're still my only son,

and don't you ever forget that,

or I'll have to whip your butt
in a game of one-on-one.

Okay, I'm sorry.

We'll talk about it later.

Right now, we'd better
not miss Steve's shot.

He'd never forgive either of us.

Good evening,
this is Chick Hearn,

and it's time now
for our half-court shot.

This evening, we have
Steve Sanders at mid court,

and if Steve can make
this shot,

he'll walk away with a suitcase
full of money... $10,000.

- Yeah!
- Yay, Steve!

Yes! Go for it!

Go for it!

Oh great, Dyan Cannon.
Come on...

Air ball!

Yahoo!

No way!

What a shot!

Ladies and gentlemen,

Steve Sanders
has just won $10,000!

When you decide to turn pro,
you let us know.

Yes! Go!

I can't believe it!

I've lived with Kelly
for awhile now,

and she can get moody,

but I've never heard
her get that upset.

Jackie hasn't come out of
her room since Kelly took off.

I feel bad for Jackie,

it's not her
that Kelly's mad at, it's me.

But she's down on Jackie, too.

She had a few things
on her mind lately.

It's nice to feel you can take
care of everything yourself,

but I feel Kelly was better off

staying in that
eating disorder group.

- What group?
- She didn't tell you about it?

No, she didn't.

I didn't know it was a secret.

Neither did I, David.

I thought about going after her,

but I felt that if I were
that worked up,

I'd want to be left alone.

My guess is
she went to the beach.

No, I don't think
that's where she went.

Hmm. The old playground.

I knew you'd be here.

I used to push you
on this same swing.

So you could look up my dress.

That wasn't me.

Kel, I remember the time
you jumped off this thing.

You skinned your knee,

but you didn't want
anyone to see you cry,

so you just stood there
bleeding, trying to smile.

It's not that easy
anymore, Dylan.

So why don't you just do me and
everybody else a big favor

and go back to Brenda?

Is that really what you want?

It doesn't matter
what I really want.

I'm just a stupid blonde bitch

- who's not really worth it.
- I disagree.

Then why don't you
talk to my father,

who never bothers
to call me anymore?

Or my mom, who probably
hates me right now.

Or all the guys
I put out for

in the tenth grade
and never heard from again.

- Kelly.
- Or talk to Brenda

and find out how it really feels

to have somebody you trust

go behind your back

and steal your boyfriend
from you.

That's not how it happened.
That's not even close, Kel.

That's part
of what I've been writing about.

Yes.

Thank you for reminding me
about that.

Kelly, do you have any idea

how difficult it is for me
to share that with anybody?

You're not the only one
who wants to end up

as more than just
Best Looking in the stupid poll.

You are already so much more
than that, and you know it.

How do I know it?
Who ever tells me I'm smart

or even worth knowing?

We are two little kids
who had to walk home

from school by ourselves,

because our parents
forgot to pick us up.

I guess we're both basket cases.

No...

we're soulmates.

If you hadn't called me
that day at the marina,

I would've fried in that car.

And I miss Jack-- I miss him...

more than I can tell you,
but I'm not...

I'm not unhappy to be alive.

And most of my life,
I couldn't say that.

I care what you think.

I don't care if you're
in an eating disorder group.

If you never wanted
to sleep with me again,

I'd live with that.

That morning when
I called you on the boat...

all I really wanted to
do was hear your voice.

Do you still want to?

Yes.

Hi, honey.

Hi. Who won?

Steve did.

He won $10,000 for sinking
a basket at halftime.

$10,000? You're kidding.

- The rich get richer.
- Where is he?

He and Brandon went down
to the Peach Pit to celebrate.

Why don't you join them?

I think I'll just stay here
and read.

Listen, honey...

we know this has been
a rough time for you,

and... the last thing we want to
do is to make it any rougher.

And obviously,
you didn't feel comfortable

talking to us about it, and...

frankly, we feel
a little left out.

Look, I'm sorry,
but it's really no big deal.

I just feel like my real friends
are back in Minnesota.

Well, you have real friends
here, too.

Mom, I know, but it's different.

Back there, people
liked me for who I was,

not what I looked like.

Somehow it's not the same.

Are you sorry we moved here?

No. I'm just
beginning to realize

that maybe I'm more Minnesota
than Beverly Hills.

Well, I think we all
feel that way sometimes.

And as far as college goes, I...
I think your mom and I agree

it's probably smart that
you keep your options open.

While you were at the game,
I mailed in my application.

Good for you.

And whether it's California
or Minnesota, either state

would be lucky to have you.

So, do I still have a mom?

Oh, baby.

Of course,

of course.

Not that I've been
much good to you.

Kelly...

I'm so sorry for everything
I've put you through.

Mom, it's not like
everything was bad.

I... I just...

wish I could
turn back the clock.

You were the one
good thing in my life,

and like a selfish idiot,

I just kept getting high and...

running around and...

doing anything
but being a loving mom.

Well, you did the
best you could.

When I see you
beating yourself up...

I feel like it's all my fault.

It can't be all your fault--

it's my life.

And I keep promising
things are gonna be different,

and here we are,

me on my umpteenth
divorce and...

you passing out from diet pills.

I was thinking,

maybe I should go back to
that eating disorder group.

Maybe I could go with you.

Or maybe we could find
somebody to talk to about...

all the stuff we should've
dealt with years ago.

I'd like to do that with you.

I think it'd be good for me.

Me, too, honey.

Oh...

The basket looked
this big.

What was it, uh, 70 feet?

170 feet, I thought he said.

- I heard 70 miles.
- You guys, just think about it.

What are the odds of anyone
making a shot like that?

Mm, about the same as the odds

of Celeste picking you over me
on that game show.

Or the odds of Mrs. Teasley
writing you a letter

of recommendation
to the California University.

Or the odds
of hell freezing over.

You guys are all
missing the point.

You see... it was my seat,

it was my ticket stub,
it was my half-court shot, okay?

On a night I thought would be
the biggest loser of all time.

- No offense.
- None taken.

You see, if I can make the shot,

then it's got to be a sign,
like a new day or something.

"Today is the first day
of the rest of your life"?

Yeah.

What are you gonna do
for the rest of your life?

Well, one thing is for sure.
With these ten G's

burning a hole in my pocket,

I sure as hell ain't gonna be

slinging burgers this year.

Like you would've anyway.

Unlike myself.

I thought
you were gonna be running

that summer camp
for Alvarado St.

So did I,
but Mrs. Teasley informed me

that the school district
has pulled the plug.

- You're kidding.
- Mm-mm.

- Tightening the belt.
- Mm, that's too bad.

Those little kids made my year

when I was playing Santa Claus
for 'em.

'Cause they got him
out of detention.

So that was the angle.

What angle?

I did not do it for that.

Relax, Steve,
it is just a part of your charm.

It's your basic karma.

All I could say is,

ten years from now,
when you've all forgotten

what you won in the poll...

You'll have forgotten
what you blew the ten G's on.

Don't be so sure about that.

What are you gonna do
with the money?

I'm gonna spend it all
in one place.

It was the strangest thing--
a messenger dropped off

a certified check for $10,000,

payable to the Alvarado
Street Summer Camp.

I can't believe it!

So, Counselor,
you're back in business.

Oh, Mrs. Teasley, I mean,
this is amazing.

- Who is it from?
- That's the strange part.

The donor remains anonymous.

You hear about stuff like this,

a pure, unselfish gift.

Aren't you dying
to know who did it?

Someone with $10,000.

I guess Santa Claus came
early this year, huh?

- Nah.
- Nah.

Your photographer awaits.

- Let's do it.
- You sure?

We don't have to.

Zuckerman says we could
eliminate the category,

and the world would be
a better place.

No, I want to.

- No tuxedos, though, just us.
- Okay.

Um, Kelly,

there's something
I want you to read.

You don't have to.

I know. I want to, though.

It's a, uh, first draft;
it's not finished.

Well, I'll try not
to be too critical.

"Dedicated to Kelly Taylor."

So far I like it a lot.

The usher calls my seat.
Instantly, I was transformed

into a seven-foot-two player.

I walk down on that court,

masquerading
in my own aura energy.

There was the basket,
no bigger than a pinhead.

Brenda, you haven't heard this.

Yes, I did, Steve,
and congratulations.

He means you haven't heard
the Sanders play-by-play.

It's interminable.

- Do you have a second?
- No!

Brenda is my friend, and I will
not let you bore her to death.

Donna, actually,
I'd like to hear it.

Okay.

Thank you. There I was,
I walked out on the court,

the picture of calmness--
I was cool, I was mellow.

It was a Zen thing.
Had the ball in my hand.

Wanted to breathe
through my eyes...

Before he noticed her,
he noticed her boat,

a sleek two-footer
she had been given

for her fifth birthday
a few days before.

She was sailing it, upside down

in a large pool that had
formed during a winter rain.

The rain, again.

In a marina this time.

The boats, like the girl,
had grown.

Beautiful, inspirational.

After the explosion
that killed his father,

she was the only beauty,
the only inspiration,

left in his life.

Dylan, did you mean
what you said yesterday?

We said a lot of things, Kel.

The part about how if we
never slept together again

you could live with that?

Are you sure I said that?

I mean, it just doesn't
sound like me.

All righty.

Here we go. Smile.