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Hurry, hurry!

Mom and Dad, Autumn
has come early to Minnesota,

and I never realized how much
I missed the change of seasons.

Who am I kidding? It hasn't
stopped raining in a week,

it's 40 degrees outside

and they haven't turned on
the heat in the dorm yet.

Oh! Man, is it wet out there.

Yeah, well, what's new?

We just heard a weather report
in the car. It may snow tonight.

Great.

Better get used to it, Brenda.

Bikini season's over.

See you at dinner.
It's turkey tetrazzini.

Guaranteed to fill
you out, not up.

See ya.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, it's probably

just the weather.
I'm not used to it anymore.

It's probably that poster.
If you keep staring at it,

you're gonna get more
and more homesick.

I guess I have to admit...

it didn't take long to get used
to the good life out there.

Well, come on, Bren. You were
never really one of them.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, you came back, didn't you?

Speaking of the good life,
I've got a date tonight.

Congratulations. Anyone I know?

I don't think so.
He's from Rochester.

We met at the academic decathlon
last spring.

- Sounds like an interesting guy.
- Oh, he is,

and if things go the way
I think they'll go,

I might want the room to myself
for a while tonight.

I mean, if that's okay with you.

Yeah, sure.

Anyway, if this...

is hanging on the doorknob
when you come home tonight,

that means "Do not enter," okay?

Very tasteful.

Darla, you in there?

Yeah, hold on a sec.

Oh, God, that's him.

- I look a mess.
- You look great.

Well, let's hope
he thinks so, huh?

Hi, come on in.
I want you to meet

my oldest friend in the world,
Brenda Walsh.

- This is Dylan.
- Hi, Brenda.

Hi, Dylan.

Jordan party, court four.

Hardaway party, court nine.

Out! 40, love.

What're you talking about?
That was in!

It was off a mile,
what are you, blind?

Celeste, tell him you saw it.

Sorry, Brandon, it was out.

Hey, don't apologize.

This is war we're playing here.

Serve it up, Sanders, let's go.

I hate to tell you this, babe,
we're still getting killed.

We? Don't look at me.

You guys might as well be
playing singles.

Cel, hit the ball
towards Brandon,

he's got
a big hole in his racquet.

- Okay.
- Shut up, Sanders.

Oh, nice, nice!

All right, Celeste Lundy!

Next stop, Wimbledon!

Next stop, the Pacific Ocean.

I'm going swimming.

- Good game.
- Good game, guys!

- Good game!
- Good game, brother!

Face it. Tennis is my game.

Yeah, well, Steve,
if I spent all summer

at Mommy's country club
practicing with the pros

instead of working,
it'd be my game, too.

You just
can't face the fact that

- you're never going to beat me.
- Well, how about tomorrow?

Same time, same place.

Are you challenging me
to a rematch?

You're a real quick study,
Steve.

Guys, do we have to?

You're on.

We have to.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea

to let Brandon use
Brenda's room.

How is it he can talk
us into anything?

Well, we just better make sure

he doesn't drag her bed
out of here.

She will come home
for the holidays.

And for summer vacation.

But, uh... she's
gone, isn't she?

Do you remember the first day

we took Brenda
to nursery school?

'Course I do.

And they made us leave her alone

in that great big room,

and, and I kissed her good-bye,

and then you and I
stood in the hall

waiting for her to cry.

But she didn't cry.

But I did.

Come here.

Oh, and here we are again.

Let me put this in a little
perspective for you.

- Maybe cheer you up a bit, hmm?
- Okay.

Now, until Brandon comes
home from the beach,

you and I have this big
house all to ourselves.

We can party!

Or maybe something else.

Is this what it's gonna
be like when we're old?

I mean, the two of us
rattling around

in this great big, empty house?

Something like that.

I don't know if I like that.

Mm, but I like that.

You know, Brandon,
I'm in the mood for a drink.

How 'bout some gin on the rocks?

Mm!

I hate this game.

You just hate to lose.

Deal the cards, Sanders.

Jill Flemming has been
the object of every fantasy

I have ever had.

Do me a favor, bro.

Keep your fantasies to yourself.

I can't help it.

She was the fastest thing
on this beach.

I can't believe
I never slept with her.

Bro, you were 13 years old.

That's no excuse.

Come on, man, fill in the blanks

for me, all right?
Torture your buddy a little bit.

What's she like in bed?

I haven't slept with her yet.

Well, why the hell not?

You guys've been hanging out for
a week. What's wrong with you?

Nothing.
It just hasn't happened yet.

Wait a minute. What am I talking
to you about this for?

- What are you waiting for?
- Nothing, Steve,

and this is
none of your business.

Okay, this is none
of my business,

but Jill's going back
to New York in three days.

- If I was going out with her--
- Which you're not.

If I was going out
with her, which I'm not,

and she was sleeping
in the bedroom next to me,

which she is,
I would've made a move on her.

Thank you for those pearls
of wisdom, Steve.

Hey, you guys going to
play cards all afternoon?

We're going swimming.
Wanna come?

I will, but I think
young Stevie here

is gonna take a little nap
before the big game tomorrow.

I can beat you at cards,
I can beat you at tennis,

I can beat you at basketball,
volleyball, you name it.

Other than hockey...

and grades.

I can beat you to the water.

All right, you're on.

On your mark...

get set...

Hey, man, that's not fair.

Hey, Donna,
where does this go?

In there.

I thought the landlord said

he was having this place cleaned

before we moved in.

Actually, he said, "painted."

This refrigerator looks
like a toxic waste dump.

Are you sure it's safe
to leave David alone

with your mom all this time?

Yeah, don't worry. They're fine.

David and I have it
all worked out.

She thinks he's living
at the frat with Steve.

Well, let's just pray she
doesn't ask too many questions.

I tell you, David,

this is really wonderful of you

to be helping out like this.

I can't thank you enough.

- It's no problem, Mrs. Martin.
- Well, I mean it.

What would these girls
have done without you?

I don't know.

Especially with Dr. Martin
and I taking off

for Houston day after tomorrow.
I can't believe.

I'm actually moving two
households in one week.

Could you turn that just
a little bit more that way?

I mean, I know
we're only leaving for a year,

but how do you leave
your whole life behind?

So I figure,

take everything.

It's better
to be safe than sorry,

that's what I always say.

That's what
Donna always says, too.

Well, I bet
you can't wait to move

into the frat house, huh?

Do you know which one
you're pledging yet?

Uh, no, I'm,
I'm really not sure yet.

Well, I must say there's still
a little part of me that wishes

that Donna had decided
to move into the sorority house.

I mean, I had the greatest time
in the sorority

when I was in school.

And then crime being
what it is today...

Are you sure
this neighborhood is safe?

Yeah, it's fine.

Well, entrez nous,

Donna's daddy
and I are really relieved

that you're gonna be living
close by, David.

Just in case, the girls need
a man around the house.

It's good to know
you're just a phone call away.

Yep, just a phone call away.

I can't believe I have to go
back to the city in three days.

Why is it all New Yorkers refer

to New York as "The City"

as is there are no
other cities in the world?

'Cause there isn't.

Are you telling me you prefer

your sixth-story walkup
in Greenwich Village to this?

No, don't get me wrong.

Like the song goes,
"I love L.A."

I don't want to go home.

This week has been great.

You're great.

You know, they have
colleges out here.

You could transfer.

And lose a ton of credits?
No, thank you.

Besides, I only have
one more year left.

Well, I'm gonna miss ya.

Brandon... let's stay
on the side streets

before we get on the freeway.

This is going a little fast.

Jill, you're going
home in three days.

How slow do you want to go?

Maybe I just don't want to start
something that I can't finish.

Don't worry about that.

I've been told I'm
a real good closer.

Saved by the proverbial bell.

- Dylan.
- In the flesh.

How are you, brother?

- I'm good, how are you?
- What's going on, man?

- When'd you get back?
- A little while ago.

Well, what took you
so long to get here?

Oh, traffic's a bitch, you know.

Steve, get down here.
Frenchy's back.

Big pool, whoa!

- You have food in the fridge!
- You've Jill to thank for that.

Yeah. When I got here they were
living on beer and ketchup.

I'll tell you, you guys
really lucked out.

This is a great house.

And the landlady's cute.

Yeah, well, enjoy it
while it lasts, brother.

Day after tomorrow, we all
turn back into pumpkins.

You can hang here
till then if you want.

- Everyone else is.
- Uh, no, thanks.

I've got three months worth
of mail piled up at my house

and I got to
deal with it sometime.

You got any sodas?

It's in the garage. I'll get it.

Thanks.

I'll tell you Brandon,
you did all right.

- That Jill is something.
- Thank you, man.

Too bad she lives in New York.

Don't sweat it. You'll be
starting school in a few weeks

and I hear rumors
there are girls there.

Don't tell Steve that.

You have nothing to worry about.

- He's a liar.
- He's lying.

- He's lying.
- I already said that.

So, Dylan, tell us about Europe.
Kelly said it was great.

She did?

- You sound surprised.
- Yeah, well,

things aren't exactly copacetic

with me and Kelly right now.

- You're kidding. What happened?
- I don't know, I think maybe

we got on each other's
nerves a little bit.

What, Kelly got on your nerves?
What a surprise.

Hey, maybe it was me, okay?
I don't know. You seen her?

- Is he back?
- Yeah. She got back last week.

Just in time for
Brenda's good-bye party.

Oh, yeah, man, I can't
believe Bren's gone.

How's she doing?

- So far so good.
- Yeah?

Yes, whoa.

Serve it to his backhand, baby.

He doesn't have a backhand.

Just serve the ball.

Yes!

That's the match.

Good job, sweetheart.

Came through in the clutch.
Good game kids!

- Yeah, good game!
- Good game!

Oh, come on, come on,
I'm just getting warmed up here.

Forget it, Steve.
Just accept it-- they won.

Oh, no, no, no, if Steve
wants to get beaten again,

I really think we should do
our best to accommodate him.

Uh-uh. Come on, Brandon.
Let's quit while we're ahead.

Would you like to put
some money on this game?

Make it
a little more interesting.

I don't want to put any money.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'll ruin your day for free.

Let's forget it, I'm wiped out.

I don't want to play anymore.

This is just getting fun, baby.

Come on, one more game.

Come on.

Aim the syringe...
pinch the arm...

and inject.

Oh... how am I going
to ever do this?

Andrea, what are you
doing with that syringe?

My grandmother's diabetic.

The oral insulin wasn't working,
so I get to play doctor.

Well, then let me give
you some pointers, doc.

You got to do it faster
and be more aggressive.

How do you know?

I was almost a medic
when I was in the navy.

My mother was so proud.

Thought she'd finally be able
to say, "My son, the doctor."

- So, what happened?
- What happened?

I was great with oranges,
but when it came to sticking

needles in arms and legs,

my stomach just wasn't in it.

So it was off to the galley.
She never forgave me.

Well, there are a lot
of doctors in this world,

but there's only one man
who can make a megaburger.

- That's right.
- That's right.

Oh, man, some things
never change.

Do more talkin' than cooking.

- Hey, Dylan.
- How you doing?

- Andrea.
- Dylan. Welcome home.

I thought you weren't back
for another week or two.

- Well, plans change, you know.
- You want something?

Mm-hmm, coffee, black,
and you got any peach pie?

- I think I can dig some up.
- Yeah!

So how do you like
Kelly's new apartment?

She got an apartment?

- Yeah, didn't you know?
- No.

Well, she moved in with David
and Donna down at the beach.

Haven't you talked to them?

No, I just got back last night.

Oh... so, when are you
heading up north?

North?

Berkeley.

Oh, yeah, well,
actually I'm not.

I didn't get in.

I'm sorry.

It's not that big a deal.
Don't worry about it.

But what about you, when
are you leaving for Yale?

You really are out of the loop.

Donna, you've got to tell
your mother the truth.

I can't.

Well, she's going to find
out sooner or later.

What if she calls
and David picks up?

So, we'll get two phone lines.

Okay, what if she just stops by
one night and finds him there?

Kelly, she's moving to Houston.

It's not like
she can just pop in.

You've got this all
figured out, don't you?

Lying is the only way.

If I tell her the truth
she'll make me move out.

It's as simple as that.

Oh, my God, he's back.

Well, maybe someone
else has the exact

same Porsche.

Right-- with the exact
same license plate?

He didn't even call.

Well, he doesn't
have our number.

And come to think of it, he
doesn't even know where we live.

It's just as well. We have
nothing to say to each other.

- Kelly...
- Let's just get out of here.

We'll get some food
somewhere else.

You mean to tell me you're not
going to even go inside

- and say hello?
- No!

Not after what he did to me
in Europe.

It couldn't have been that bad.

It's a long story.

Just drive.

So, tell me
what happened.

You have to promise not to
tell anybody, not even David.

I promise.

All right.

Well, we were having
a great time.

France was beautiful.
Just like the paintings.

Everything was perfect.

But then Dylan found out
he didn't get into Berkeley.

He got so moody, and quiet.

All he'd do is sit
and read and drink espresso.

I couldn't stand it anymore.
I got bored out of my mind.

You want to quit staring at me?

- What?
- I want to do something.

Can't we just do something?

I'm reading, do you mind?

Let's go back to Paris.
We'll go shopping,

we'll go sightseeing,
anything to get out of here.

Hey, you want to go to Paris...

go to Paris.

Send me a postcard.

Dylan...

What do you want
me to say, Kelly?

Nothing.

So I went to Paris
for a couple of days.

- And then what happened?
- When I got back,

he was still in his usual spot,
still drinking coffee.

But he wasn't reading.

He was with this
gorgeous French girl.

I could tell by looking
at the two of them

that they'd gotten
very friendly.

Bonjour.

Hi, Kel... how you doing?

This is Brigitte.

Ja vous presenté Kelly.

How do you do?

Comment?

Oh, she doesn't
speak any English.

How convenient.

Elle a depense une fortune

dans les magasins a Paris.

Elle a l'habitude de faire
ces courses a Beverly Hills.

Ah, oui.

C'est la reine du shopping.

Ou au moins la princesse.

Are you laughing at me?

No we're not, Kel,
it was just a joke.

In that case, why don't
you tell me what you said?

Because it loses something
in the translation.

Peut etre
qu'il vaut mieux

que je vous laisse
seuls tous les deux.

- A tout a l'huere.
- No, no... stay seated.

You slept with her, didn't you?

No, Kel,
I didn't sleep with her.

- What has gotten into you?
- I go away for three days,

and suddenly
you're all cheered up.

If you want to believe I slept
with her, that's fine with me,

you can believe anything
you want, Kel, I don't care.

But you're right about one thing
with you out of the picture,

things were definitely a little
more upbeat, you know why?

'Cause I didn't have to listen
to all your complaining

and moaning and finally,

I got some peace and quiet.

Fine. You want peace and quiet?

I'll give you peace and quiet.

Try not to choke on it.

And I didn't talk
to him for three days.

Kelly, you can't let this go.
We've got to go back there

and you have to talk to him.

Donna, the last person I want to
see right now is Dylan McKay.

Man!

Yes!

Sorry.

Aw, what's the matter? Getting
a little tired, poor baby?

Just play the game, Sanders.

What the hell was that?

What's the problem?

If you can't stand the heat...

Give me a break.

You aimed the ball right at her.

I'm just trying to win, okay?

I don't want to play anymore.

Come on, it's 4-4, shake it off.

He's an idiot.

Ow. Damn it, Steve!

That's it, Sanders! What the
hell's the matter with you?

- I didn't mean it.
- But you hit her!

Quiet! I'm not talking to you!

- Quiet? You've got a problem!
- Get out of my face!

- It's supposed to be fun!
- I know that!

Stop!

Jill, what's the matter?

You're just as bad
as he is, Brandon.

I mean this is supposed to be
a tennis game,

not some kind of
macho fight to the death.

I'm sorry, man.

Me, too, buddy.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

You're leaving over
a tennis game?

Look, Jill, I'm sorry.

I know Steve got
a little out of hand.

Yeah, so did you, Brandon.

It was, it was just a guy thing.

I know what it was, thank you.

Doesn't mean I have
to put up with it.

Well, it doesn't mean
you have to leave either.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'm not telling you what to do.

I just don't want you
to leave, that's all.

No. Just get away from me.

Okay.

Do you mind telling
me what I've done?

Please! Brandon, just go.

Okay.

I don't believe it.

How is it possible
that I got locked out

of every course in
the drama department?

It's a big school. Freshmen
never get what they want.

- It's like paying dues.
- Yeah, I guess so.

Besides, who cares?
There's a floor party tonight.

That's what college
is really for, right?

If I really wanted to party,
I could have stayed in L.A.

where they really
know how it's done.

Brenda, if you hate it here
so much, why'd you come back?

I don't believe this. It's the
middle of the afternoon.

Well, we know what
Darla's studying, right?

See ya, later, Bren.

Bye.

- Hi. This is Kelly.
- And this is Donna.

And we're here at our new
beach house, and you're not.

But leave a message
and we'll invite you over.

Yeah...

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Feeling better?
- Yeah. I'm sorry.

- I guess I overreacted.
- No, no, I'm sorry.

I think I probably came
on a little too strong.

No. You didn't. It's me.

I've been kind of upset lately.

That's why I came out here.

To get out of New York
for awhile.

Anything you want to talk about?

Mm, not really.

Okay.

So, are you still leaving?

No.

I'm staying one more night.

Good.

Listen.

I'm not gonna try to
push you into anything.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'll live.

I'm sorry.

Apologies-- they seem to be
the order of the day.

So, anyone for some tennis?

Oh, come on, Sanders.

The least you can do
is make us lunch.

- Buy us all lunch.
- There you go.

You guys, have got
to be kidding me.

No, no, no-- I think you owe me
lunch. You owe me lunch.

- Let's talk the last serve.
- No, let's not talk about it.

- Come on, let's talk about it.
- Enough!

I want to talk about it.

Oh, God-- the macaroni & cheese
is really getting to me.

You know, if it's this hard
to put these jeans on,

how is Dylan
going to get them off?

Funny.

Listen, about tonight...

can you spend
the night in his room?

I really have to get some sleep.
I'm starting to see double.

Yeah, sure. Sorry.

Darla, can I borrow
your black platforms?

Oh, I'm wearing them, sorry.

God. Everything
I have is so preppy.

- What do you think, Brenda?
- Oh, don't ask her.

I mean, she thinks we're
all way too preppy.

- I do not.
- You should have seen her

before she went Hollywood.

Crewneck sweaters, loafers
and get this-- knee socks.

I never wore knee socks.

- Oh, you lie.
- I'm taking your lipstick,

I'll bring it right back.

Bren, are you sure
you won't come with us?

- I'm not in the mood for it.
- What's the matter with you?

People are gonna think you're
some kind of wonk or something.

I just never thought that
I would be this homesick.

I'll go downstairs to that party
and I expect you to put on

one of those hot little
numbers from Beverly Hills

all of us would kill for and
come downstairs and join us.

Stop feeling sorry
for yourself, Bren.

Thanks, Darla.

Sure. What are friends for?

Go ahead, call him.
You know you want to.

I do not.

Yes, you do.

He cheated on me.

And now it's time for you
to go crawling back to him.

That is disgusting.

Besides, I don't actually
know that he cheated.

Maybe it was all my fault.

Oh, God. I feel so guilty.

What do you have
to feel guilty about?

There's a little something
I haven't told you yet.

What?

There was this cute bartender

at the cafe in the hotel.

His name was Gaston.

Gaston?
Like in Beauty and the Beast?

Yeah,
but he was no beast.

After what Dylan did to me,

I decided to give him
a taste of his own medicine.

You did? What'd you do?

I was just about to tell you.

See, Gaston had been bugging me
to go for a drive with him.

Finally, I said yes.

Dylan was so buried in his book,
he didn't even know I'd left.

When I got back to the hotel,
Dylan wasn't in the room,

but I knew where to find him.

- Do you know what time it is?
- No.

Where the hell
you been all night?

What do you care when you have
Brigitte to keep you company?

Don't push me, Kel.

Oh, who's whining
and complaining now?

I'm just asking where you've
been for the last five hours.

I went for a drive,
if it's any of your business.

You and that bartender?

Yes. And he took me
back to his apartment,

and I had a great time.

So, is it true what they
say then, you know,

about the French lovers?

Was it good?

Very good.

- You hit Dylan?
- Yep.

- And you slept with Gaston?
- Of course not.

Well, what were you doing
till 2:00 in the morning?

He drove me around
the French countryside

for, like, three hours.

Finally, I got him
to take me back to the hotel.

And you let Dylan
think you slept with him?

Yep.

So, I took the bullet train
back to Paris the next day,

and I came home a week early.

You've got to tell Dylan
the truth.

Right, like he'd believe me.

What was I thinking?

I don't know.

France does strange
things to people.

Maybe it's something
in the water.

Mm-hmm.

It's the best bottle
in my father's cellar.

Think he'll miss it?

Nah-- I can always blame
it on you and Steve.

Nah, blame it on Steve.

We blame everything on Steve.

- Brandon?
- Mm-hmm?

I meant what I said last night.

If we're going to do this,
please go slow.

I like it slow.

Mm... I can't.

What's wrong?

Hey.

You can trust me.

Okay. Here it goes.

Six months ago, I was at this
little gallery in Tribeca.

It got late, so I went
out to look for a cab.

Probably shouldn't
have been there alone.

That's what everyone
says anyway.

There weren't any cabs,
so I started walking.

I heard these
footsteps behind me...

and this guy grabbed me.

He had a knife.

I had to do
what he wanted me to.

- I didn't have any choice.
- Hey, hey, hey, come on.

You don't have to say any more.

Um...

I wish I would've known.
I-I... I don't know,

maybe I could've, could've
helped or something.

No, you did. You did help.

Just being with you guys,
I felt like I was

back in the land
of the living again.

But then watching you and Steve

try to tear each other's heads
off on the tennis court...

I don't know, it just got to me.

But I'm not a violent guy.
Neither is Steve.

I know that.

Telling someone you were raped
is not exactly the greatest

way to start a relationship.

Well, it's better than
not telling someone.

- Would you do me a favor?
- Anything.

Would you sleep with me tonight?

Are you sure that's
what you want?

I want to sleep with you.

Just sleep.

I want to feel your arms around
me and know what it's like

to be close with someone again,
without being afraid.

Well, you don't have to be
afraid of me.

Shh, you guys,
Brenda's sleeping. Shh.

- Good.
- Katie.

I'm sorry. I know
she's your friend and all,

but have you ever met such
a stuck-up bitch in your life?

Really. I mean she thinks
she's so hot

just because she's
from Beverly Hills.

I don't think she's so hot.

Shh, you guys.
You'll wake her up.

Notice how she's
not defending her?

Well, maybe
she'll come around.

If not, this is going to be
a very long year.

Hey, I got everything

unpacked in the kitchen.
Is there anything else?

No, I think that's it. Thanks.

I am so full!
Oh, I can hardly walk!

Oh, my God, that's Donna's mom.

What's she doing
back here again?

I don't know. Hide in here.

- Why?
- It's 1:00 A.M.

If she sees you here,
she'll freak.

Uh... hide, in the shower.

Oh, you. You know
this is all backwards.

It's the child who's supposed
to be leaving the nest, not me.

You and Daddy are going
to love Houston.

And we'll be home on weekends.
Soon, I promise.

Are you going to be all right?

I'll be fine. Don't worry
about a thing, okay?

I love you.

I love you, too.

- Hi, Mrs. Martin.
- Hi.

- How was dinner?
- Oh, it was wonderful.

Well, girls, the place
looks great.

You're gonna have
a terrific time here.

Thanks.

Well... I guess this is it,
sweetie.

Oh, Mom,
don't start crying again, okay?

You'll see me before
you can even miss me.

You're right. I'm just gonna
leave and get it over with.

- Right.
- But first, I'm gonna make

a quick stop
in the little girls' room.

No! Yeah.

It's really, it's a mess.

Well, I'll shut my eyes,
I promise.

- David's in there.
- Oh. Oh, no!

Mom, Mom, no, no, no, wait,
wait, you can't go in there.

Donna, you're being so silly.

It's, uh, it's just that...

We don't have any toilet paper.

Right. No toilet paper, tissues,
anything of the sort.

Oh. Well, in that case
I think I can wait.

- One more hug.
- Okay.

- I'll call you in the morning.
- Okay.

Talk to you then.
Have a nice trip.

- Bye, Mommy.
- Buh-bye.

Oh, that was very close.

I can't believe
we pulled it off.

Your parents are actually gone.

Our first night alone together
in our new apartment.

There's no turning back now.

Well, I'm exhausted.
I have to go to bed.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, me, too. I'm beat.

- 'Night all.
- 'Night.

What are you doing in here?

Going to bed.

No, not in here you're not.

Oh, come on, Donna.

You said we'd do it
on prom night

and you've been putting
me off all summer.

I mean, we live under the
same roof, for God's sake.

Isn't that like common-law
marriage or something?

David, go to your room.

What did I do in a previous life
to deserve this?

Good morning.

Good morning.

How'd you sleep?

So good.

Better than I have in months.

I can't tell you how
much it means to me

to feel safe in a man's
arms again. Thank you.

No need to thank me.

I had a wonderful time.

Almost as good as having sex.

Yeah, I almost feel like we did.

Are you sure you can't stay
in L.A. a little longer?

No, I gotta get back
to those mean streets.

A few more days of Malibu mellow

and I will definitely
lose my edge.

Never.

Have you ever been to New York?

No.

I think we're gonna have to do
something about that.

- I heard you were back.
- I'm back.

The culture shock
hasn't worn off yet.

So, were you ever going to call?

Were you ever gonna
give me your number?

Okay. We're even.

On all counts.

Dylan, I was such an idiot.

I was selfish and jealous

and mean and I know you're
probably not gonna believe this,

but I never slept with that guy.

I only let you think I did
to make you mad and...

I missed you so much.

I missed you, too.

And for the record, Kel,

I didn't sleep
with Brigitte, either.

I knew that.

Brenda, we had a deal!

And I just broke it.

What are you doing?

Look, Darla, I'm getting
out of here.

And then you can have
the room all to yourself.

- See you later, Dar.
- Bye. Sorry.

Listen, Brenda,

we can hang out in
his dorm from now on.

No, this was just
a terrible mistake.

Please don't move out, Brenda.

I know I've been a jerk lately,
but we've been friends forever.

Darla, let's face it.

Forever was a long time ago

and I heard what you and Katie
said about me last night.

Oh, God, Brenda, I'm so sorry.

Listen, I'll make it up
to you, I promise.

Look, the truth is,
it's not about you.

It's me.

I came out here to prove
some kind of a point.

To prove that I could
make it on my own.

That I didn't need to be in L.A.
where Brandon was,

or where all my friends were.

I wanted to be different.

Well, it turns out,
I am different.

Not just from my friends
back home,

but from you and everyone else.

And that's just the way it is.

Okay, now connect the cable from
the laser disc player output

into the auxiliary 2 input.

David, there's a lot
of holes in here.

It's the one over on the right.
The one that says "auxiliary."

Okay, okay, I got it.
I got it, okay.

- Got it?
- Yeah, I got it.

All right, now grab
the pre-amp cable.

Yeah, but wait, I don't
understand why we need all this.

I mean, my system works just
fine and it's all in one piece.

No, Donna, what you have is not
a system, it's a toy, okay?

Now when we get this baby hooked
up, you'll hear the difference.

Well, do you think that'll
be in this century?

I mean, we only have
a few years left.

We're almost finished.

- Got the cable in?
- Yes, I got it.

All right, here we go.

- Voila!
- Oh, we did it!

- Hey!
- Hello. Anybody home?

- Oh, man!
- We thought you'd be hungry.

Wow, check out this pad, guys.

No wonder you gave up the dorm.

It doesn't get
much better than this, huh?

Is this a party or what?

Yo!

Well, it is now.

Dylan!

Hello, Donna.

You guys want pepperoni
or mushroom?

Both.

Can I talk to you in the
kitchen for a second?

- What's wrong?
- Dylan and Kelly are

all over each other.

- So?
- So, Brenda called me yesterday

and I told her they broke up.

- Who cares?
- Well, Brenda might care.

But it doesn't mater. Brenda's
halfway across the country.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.
- Let's party.