All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S01E05 - One on One (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track3_[eng]

Yes!

Nice touch, Dad.

Not bad for a dinosaur, huh?

That's the shot I hit
at the buzzer
to beat Franklin High.

All right. What's the score?

H-O-R to H-O-R-S.

All right,
this one's for the money, boy.

Let me tell you something.

You keep popping them
like that, you're looking
at the starting five.

Dad...
Excuse me, Magic,

are we planning on
going to school today?

BOTH: Two minutes.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Mom, you see?
You see why I need my own car?

Brenda.

I can't depend on him.
I can't get anywhere on time.

And he does it on purpose
just to drive me crazy.

Brenda.

I've got to get control
of my own destiny.
You said so yourself.

Yes, but first you need to get
your driver's license, honey.

I'm taking driver's training.

I know.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

MAN: Watch it, buddy!
What are you yelling at?

Huh! Guy cuts me off
and then flips me the bird.

If you put a move on it,
maybe he wouldn't be
honking at you.

You are the last person
in the world who should be
telling me how to drive.

You're always telling me about
how much power Mondale has

underneath the hood,
but it's like
you're chicken to use it.

What is your problem
this morning?

I just don't want
to be late, okay?

And I just don't get
why you can't go any faster.

Because it's a red light.

Oh.

So, you're really taking
driver's training again, huh?

Just go, okay?
It's green, okay?

Okay.

(PEPPY MUSIC PLAYING)

Kelly!

So, Brenda.

So, late.

So, new?

So, cute.

So, thanks.

So, bye.

Bye.
Bye.

"Bye-yee"?
Did you hear her say
"bye-yee"?

Face it, Walsh.
Your sister's gone
total Beverly Hills.

Well, yeah, but "bye-yee"?

Yeah, well, goodbye-yee.
"Parting is
such sweet sorrow."

Oh, but you are covering
the basketball tryouts today?

Actually, I'm trying out
for the team.

Really?

Yeah.

Aren't you a little short?

Thanks.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(BALL BOUNCING)

(APPLAUDING)

How tall is he?
Dewitt?

He's 6'6".
He never misses a shot.

And Clinton is 6'4".
Plays defense like King Kong.

COACH: All right, now,
let's go.

STEVE: And Andy Walker
is better than
both of them combined.

(SPECTATORS APPLAUDING)

STEVE: And that's
James Townson.

He's this new young hotshot
who has a chance

to crack the starting line-up.

It should be a
good team this year.

This year? Every year.
West Beverly's
a perennial powerhouse.

We've been league champs
four years in a row.

There sure are a lot of guys
in the program.

These open tryouts are a joke.

Coach Reilly only holds them
to promote school spirit.

Everyone knows
he's already set the line-up.

Take me, for example.
I started JV last year.

He practically told me
I'm practically a lock.

But don't quote me on that,

because I don't want to
come off as arrogant.

Hey, actually, I came down
for the tryouts myself.

Aren't you a little short?

MAN: Down on the track
where it counts,

where one mistake
can cost you your life,

it takes a special breed
of person to handle the curves

and keep up with the action.

It used to be
a man's game, until now.

They say she learned
to drive on the icy streets
of Minnesota.

They say she's
a flash in the pan,

but whatever they say,
the fact remains,

Brenda Walsh
is changing the way
the game is played.

And all over America,
you can hear her fans
at the finish line

clamor for the new sensation.

Brenda Walsh. Brenda Walsh.

Brenda Walsh.
KARTON: Walsh, Brenda.

Did you remember to bring
your parental consent form,
Brenda?

Thank you.

Ever taken
driver training before?

No.

Not really.

Well, sort of.

Sort of?

Well, I took private lessons
back in St. Paul,

but, you see,
I have this slight
perceptual problem.

Brenda, Brenda,
let me put your mind at rest.

What's past is past.

In my class,
we start with a clean slate.

Who cares if you flunked
driver training once before?

Twice before.

Well, three times,
if you count the first time,

but I only lasted 20 minutes.

So I don't really think
it should count.
Do you, Mr. Karton?

(CHATTERING)

The first preseason game with
Beverly High is next week,
gentlemen.

The first cut will be posted
20 minutes after practice.

Thank you all for coming out.

The least he could do
is call us into scrimmage.

Walsh, Brent, Murphy.

Rotate in for Lighter,
Simpkins and Mr. Walker.

Feels awfully right to me.

Even if you are overrated.

Bonne chance, big guy.

(APPLAUDING)

Are you Walsh?

Yes, sir.

KARTON: That's it, Brenda.
Much better.

You can go a little faster
if you want.

Really?

Remember, it's 25
in a residential zone,
35 on a commercial street.

How do you feel?

Like I could do this
even if you weren't sitting
right next to me.

Oh, you can,
and you will, but be careful.

All right.
Let's take the big,
wide turn.

Not too jerky.

Very good.
Okay, one more time.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

What do you say we hang back
till the crowd
thins out a little bit, huh?

Don't be a squid, Walsh.
You got a 50-50 shot
of making the cut.

You think so?

Won't know till
we check it out.

I don't believe it.
There's gotta be
some kind of mistake.

Steve.
What?

Hey, I'm sorry. I was hoping
we'd get to play together
this season.

If you think
you're gonna make it
past the next round,

you are totally naive.

This whole thing is rigged,
anyway.

What do you mean rigged?

Dewitt. Walker.

How many of those dudes
do you think
live in Beverly Hills?

A big, fat zippo.
Hey, wait a second.

I've been told you can't go
to West Beverly

unless you live
in the district.

Unless you're a major jock.

Why do you think we beat
Beverly High last year?

Because they
play by the rules.
We don't.

How do we get around
the rules?

We put them in this
applied learning opportunity
thing.

Applied what?

It's a special program
for minorities, Brandon,

so we can all become
more enriched and diverse.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Hey, hey, come on, Steve.
I'm new around here.

I don't know what's going on.

Okay. Okay.
You want to know?

They say this program
is open to everybody,

but the major requirement
is how high you can jump

or how fast you can run
the 100.

After you've been
here a while,

you just may notice
that these suckers
never go to class.

The fact is they're getting
a free ride around here,

and it makes me sick.

You can quote me on that.

I ain't going through
no initiation thing.

Oh, no, don't sweat it.
Don't even trip.

(BLUES PLAYING ON JUKEBOX)

Hey, Nat.

Hey. What are you doing here?
Looking for a free meal?

No. Actually I'm looking
for my pay check.

Pay check?
And all this time I thought
you were working for me

out of the goodness
of your heart.

Unfortunately,
my car insurance
costs more than my heart.

Welcome to LA.
Give me a few minutes, okay?

No problem, Nat.

Hey, James.

I'm, uh, Brandon Walsh.
I fed you a couple of buckets
at tryouts today.

Right.
WALKER: Yo, James.
Out the door.

All right, I gotta jet.
It's cool.

I just, uh, wanted to say,
you know,

good luck, and I hope to be
playing with you this season.

Yeah, all right.

WALKER: Dude has no chance
of making the team.

(LAUGHING)

JIM: You can't let
a little competition
get you down.

Little?

Dad, the starting five
is right out of
the land of the giants.

You sound as if
making the first cut
was a fluke.

No. No.
It's just, well,
like I told you,

they recruit
a lot of the players
from out of the district.

Some of these guys
are like pros.

What are you psyching
yourself out for?
You read Bobby Knight's book.

Winning is a state of mind.

(WHISPERING) Bobby who?

And if you have the tools
and the guts and the desire,

you can meet any challenge
and accomplish any goal.

Thanks for dinner, Mom.
The pep talk was inspiring.

I heard that.

Glad someone did.

What's with her?

No.

What?

Hey, Bren, I love you,
you're the better half,

but don't fight my battles
for me, okay?

Brandon, every year
it's the same "winning
is a state of mind" speech.

The same big shot
at the buzzer.
The same rah-rah, rah-rah.

It's just Dad being Dad.

How can you stand it?

It just rolls off my back.

It really does.

Bye.
Bye.

"Bye-yee?"

Don't worry, mother.
We're just going upstairs
to study for our Spanish test.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Do we love this nail polish?

(REPLYING IN SPANISH)

So what about tomorrow night?

Uh, you heard my mom.

Monday through Thursdays
I'm totally book-bound.

So tell her
you're going to the library.

Kel, I could
never pull it off.
I'm the world's worst liar.

Please, Brenda.
Look, blind dates
aren't my thing either,

but Kenny swears his friend
is totally delectable.

You said the last time
you went out with Kenny

he was weird and obnoxious.

He was.

Then why would you want to
go out with him again?

You are bad.

Look, they're getting
front-row tickets
to the Janet Jackson concert

and renting a limo.
It'll be fun.
What do you say?

Can I count on you, amigo?

It's amiga.

You have to use
the feminine form
of the noun.

Thanks.

Where are you going?

Where do you think?

BRANDON: Ten seconds
left on the clock.
The Lakers down by one.

Magic, dribbling
at the top of the key,

swings it over to Vlade.
Six seconds left.

Back to Magic,
who kicks it over to Walsh.

Walsh, who shoots.
At the buzzer. For the game.

Walsh. At the buzzer!
For the game!

One more time. At the buzzer.
For the game.

It's good. It's good.
Walsh does it again!
The Lakers win!

The Lakers win
the World Championships! Yes!

Nice shot, champ.

(BELL RINGING)

I was really, really
sick for a while,
but don't worry,

I'm not contagious anymore.

That depends on
how you look at it.

Hey, Steve.
How you doing?

Okay.

You were probably wondering
why you didn't see me

around school last week.

Not really.
I was out with the flu.

I didn't notice.

Oh, yeah.
The doctor had to
put me on antibiotics.

And you actually lived
to tell about it, huh?

Yep.

Amazing. Truly amazing.

Well, uh, thanks, Steve.
It's great to be back.

I'll see you around.

Jordan, how you doing, man?

Hey, Brandon.
Hey, Steve. How you doing?

All right, how you doing?
Good.

Listen, I almost
called you last night.

I had an extra ticket
to the Lakers-Celtics game.

Oh, man, you should've
called me.

I know, I'm sorry,
but it was a
last-minute kind of thing.

So, how was Magic?

Magic was magic,
but Bird was unstoppable,

and McHale owned the boards.

Wait a minute,
I thought you were
a Lakers fan.

Except when the Celtics
come to town.

Why, were you born in Boston?

No, I'm a Beverly Hills
native.

So what were you doing
rooting for the Celtics?

Us Irish guys have
got to stick together.
You know how it is.

How what is?

Walsh, take care of yourself.

See you.
See you.

(BUZZING)

And the most rad part
is I designed it to pump
5,000 oscillations

at 1.78 per second
to compensate for any surge
in the electrical output.

So how come it doesn't work?

I don't know.

Since the shutter is concave
and the condenser is convex,

it allows the image
to remain balanced.

Good work, Brandon.
Excellent.

Miss Yamado.
Oh, hello, James.

Did you get a chance
to do the assignment?

Now that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I'm still working on it.

James...
But I'll have it
for you Monday.

For sure. Really.

Okay.

I didn't know
you were taking tech.

Well, I'm enrolled in it,
but you know how it is

coming to a new school
and all.

What do you have next period?

Driver's training.

Driver's training?

It's just a refresher course.

Listen, four weeks
into the semester,
the guy hasn't shown up once.

Doesn't that
tell you something?

Yeah, it tells me that
this James guy isn't one
of your basic overachievers.

Well, from what
Steve Sanders says,
the applied learning program

has been giving
preferential treatment
to jocks for years.

Look, the fact is, the ALOP
has a great reputation,

and, I'm sorry,
Steve Sanders
is a spoiled slug

who doesn't come close
to being a credible
news source.

But that doesn't mean
there aren't hundreds of
so-called student athletes

playing college ball
around this country

who can't even spell
their own names, okay?

And that that kind
of preferential BS treatment

starts right here
at the high school level.

Look, if you think
you have a major story,

set up an interview
and go for it.

Actually, I was hoping
you'd run with it.

Me, cover sports?
Not likely.

Come on. I can't write this.
It's a blatant
conflict of interest.

Only if you make the team,
which rumor has it

is something less than
a sure thing.

But no matter when I write it,
everyone will say
it's sour grapes.

Well, is it?

You don't think it's unfair
they bring a guy in

from out of district
to play basketball?

No comment.

No comment?
What does that mean?

It means
I live out of district,
remember?

Andrea, this isn't about
geography.

That's right.
It's about race.

That is not true.

Look, if you don't want to do
the legwork, fine.

Just don't put me down
for trying to bring
a killer story to print.

Okay, okay.

Give me a couple of names
and, uh,

maybe I will drop by
the ALOP office
and see what I can dig up.

Thanks.

BRENDA: Driving is a cinch.

KARTON: It is a cinch
as long as you stay

on your side of the road.

Well, I only swerved
when the dog
started barking.

I thought he was gonna
dart out into the street,
until I saw his leash.

But you never know
what a poodle is going to do,
right?

You're doing wonderfully,
Brenda. You truly are.

We're approaching
a stop sign.

I see it.

So let's come to
a complete stop this time,
behind the crosswalk.

No California rolls.

Perfect.

So do you think I'm ready
to go for my license yet?

Uh, pretty soon.
Yield to the car on the right,

and then proceed
through the intersection.

Oh, looks like Henry Winkler.

That's not him.

Brenda, you have
the right of way.

That is Henry Winkler!

Brenda!

(SCREAMS)

(CHATTERING)

BOY: Rebound. Rebound.

Set it up. Set it up.
Good shot.

Come on, hustle back.

All right. All right.

Good move, Andy.
Mid-season form.

BOY: Hustle back now,
hustle back.

That's good.
Set it up. Set it up.

Set it up. Come on.

Take it.

BOY 2: Come on, man.
Let's play some defense.

Get in the game, Walsh.

BOY: Let's do it, let's do it.

Set it up. Set it up.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Charging.

Hey, watch it.

We're down to the final cut.

That's what I hear.

Coach Reilly told me
he was very impressed
with your hustle.

And so am I.
I've never seen you play
with this kind of intensity.

What did you have to go
talk to him for, Dad?

He introduced himself to me.

What was I supposed to do?
Walk away? Not shake his hand?

No.

So what's the big deal?

I had a meeting
down at Century City.

Back home I used to
watch you practice
all the time.

It's no big deal. I...
I'll see you later, okay?

Brandon.

Don't worry.

You play like you did today,
you got a legitimate shot
at making the team.

Either way, I'm proud of you.

James Townson,
is he the kid
in your tech class?

Yeah.
Well, he must be

an awfully hot prospect.

Why? What'd you find out?

According to my source
in the ALOP,
there are four guys

currently playing
varsity basketball
involved with the program.

And they say
they're doing fairly well.

What would you
expect them to say?

Brandon,
will you let me finish?

The key thing is,
they have no record
of your friend James

ever having taken
a reading or math
placement test,

a basic requirement
for all sophomores
on this campus.

I knew it.
It gets worse.

His transcripts from
his last school were
somehow never processed.

He is the only student
in West Beverly without
a grade point average.

WALKER:
You're on him, right there.

Look, do you want to
talk to him, or should I?

I'll do it.

BRANDON:
James, you got a second?

I'll catch up with you later.

Listen, Brandon.

I lost it out there,
and I apologize.

You don't deserve
this kind of garbage.

Listen...
Just let me say.

I saw that little bump-and-run
that Walker laid on you,

and I told him
it was a cheap shot,

but being
the new kid on the block,
he's just looking out for me.

That's all it is.

A lot of people looking out
for you, aren't there, James?

I guess they are.

Look, I'm the sports editor
on the West Beverly Blaze.

The school paper?
Yeah.

And, uh, we have
reason to believe
you've been recruited here

to play basketball
in exchange for certain
special privileges.

Say what?

Come on, James.

You live out of district.
You never go to class,

and I understand
your transcript doesn't show
any prior grades

or test scores
or anything to indicate that

you even have
the minimum requirements
to be at this school,

or any school,
for that matter.

Who gave you the right
to be poking around
with my records?

That's not the issue.
It is too the issue!

If I was white,
you wouldn't be doing this!

I don't care
if you're white or black.

You shouldn't be here
on a free pass.

Yeah, right.

The truth is going to
come out, James.

Goodbye, Kelly.
Kelly, goodbye.

I'm gone. I went. Goodbye.

Kelly, call me. Bye.

She is so nuts, that girl.

Because Mom and Dad
are going out tonight,
she thinks I should sneak out

on this blind date with her
and a guy she just met.

Brenda. Don't do it.
You know you'll only
get caught.

Brandon, I'm not a fool.

Although they are
renting a limo.

Hey, do you want half,
or what?

No, thanks.
I'm just gonna
grab something later.

Be careful up there.
Dad just found
his yearbook in the garage.

Again.

(SIGHS)

Kennedy was a lug of lard,
but he made a fortune
in real estate.

He must've had
something on the ball.

O'Brien had a nice touch
for a role player.

I had my moments,

especially when I nailed
that shot at the buzzer
to beat Franklin.

We weren't a gifted bunch,
but together we pulled off
a championship season.

Teamwork,
that's the key, Brandon.

That's what you have
to strive for.

You rush me
to get me out of the door
by 7:15,

you're not even dressed yet.

How did it get to be so late?

Time flies when
you're double-dribbling
down memory lane.

Hey, you look real nice, Mom.

I'm glad someone noticed.

What time are you gonna be
home tonight?

I don't know.
I got the late shift.

The final day of tryouts
is tomorrow and you're
working the late shift?

Well, if you'd pay
my car insurance, Dad,

I'd happily take
an early retirement.

If you make the team tomorrow,
maybe we'll talk about it.

Really?

Absolutely.
CINDY: Jim!

Well, that's bribery.

A little incentive program
never hurt anybody.

Besides, in my humble opinion,
I've always felt
student athletes

deserve a little bonus
for putting in
all those extra hours.

Do yourself a favor.

From now on, do not,
under any circumstances,

listen to anything
that man has to say
about anything.

Do you hear me?

Brandon?

♪ Been a while
since you been around

♪ A lifetime
since it all went down

♪ Thought that
I would've died but now

♪ Everything is clear

(PHONE RINGING)

♪ So hurt
by the things you did

♪ And you had to keep...

(PHONE RINGING)

♪ You're gone
but I am still here

♪ I am still here

Hello.

Rescue me.
Where are you?

In hell.

It's not funny.

Janet Jackson has laryngitis.
Kenny is drunk.

And you have to
come and get me.

Why do I have to?

Because,
if you would've
gone out with us,

Kenny wouldn't have puked
all over the limo.

Gross.

Molto gross.
How soon can you be here?

Kelly, come on.
Can't you take a cab?

I am hanging up now.
Have a nice life.

How can you ask me
to pick you up?

You know I don't have
a California driver's license.

But you're
a good driver, right?

That is what you said,
right?

Well, yeah.
So?

So Brandon took
his bike to work.

I guess
I can borrow Mondale.

You guys have a driver?

No. Mondale's
the name of his car.
It's for Walter Mondale.

He ran for president
against Reagan.

From Minnesota.
Look, whatever.

Look, if you took the car
out right now, you'd be back
in 10 minutes max.

Kelly, I don't know.

Come on.
Brandon will never know
the difference.

Please. You're my best friend.

I am?

Please?

♪ Everything is new ♪

(HORN HONKING)

Honk if you're obnoxious!
You creep!

Just forget him.
Just forget him.

You're doing fine.
You're doing finer than fine.
You're fine.

Oh, where the hell is Doheny?

Okay, come on, Brenda.
Come on.
Don't lose it, baby.

You're doing great.
Everything's under control.

I mean, you know how to drive.
You're a good driver.

You're a great driver.
You're a terrific driver.
You're...

(ENGINE STALLING)

Out of gas?

Hi.

How's it going?

Bad and getting worse.
My car ran out of gas.

Actually,
it's my brother's car.

It happens.
Mostly to me.

I've been driving around
for the past 20 minutes

trying to get
to Doheny and Melrose.

Two dollars for the deposit.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

You don't have your wallet.

I am so bummed.

These things happen.

So bummed.

They happen.

It's in my other jacket.
I promise. I swear.

It's okay. Things happen.

Look, I'll pay you back
first thing tomorrow.
I promise I will.

Where's your car parked?

I swear the car was
right here 15 minutes ago!
I swear it was.

You sure this is
where you left it?

My brother
is going to kill me.

Just tell him things happen.

You see, with mayonnaise
you can't be too specific,
okay?

Iceberg lettuce,
Romaine lettuce,
red-leaf lettuce.

You can put on as much
as you want, as long as
it's fresh and crunchy.

But mayonnaise
is an acquired taste.

Nat, uh...

And, you know,
if you put too much in,
it's too soggy.

Too little, it's too dry.

And then when you
factor in the mustard
and the luncheon meats,

well, you can see
it takes years of practice
to get it right.

That's why I was hoping
we could start practicing
tomorrow night.

What, are you in a hurry?

I got to get these books
back to the library

before they start costing me.

I knew there was a reason
I hired you.
Get out of here.

Thanks, Nat.
See you tomorrow.

All right.

He's nice.

What are you doing here?

I don't have to
justify myself to you.

Hey, I just asked
a simple question.

No, it's not simple at all.
What you are really asking is,

"How come a dumb black jock
who can't read and who..."

Hey, I never said that,
James.
Right.

If you just would
answer my questions

about the Applied Learning
Opportunity Program.

How the hell should I know
about the learning program?

I'm not a part of it!

You weren't recruited here
to play basketball?

That's right.

But you don't live
in the district, do you?

Caught me red-handed.

I just want to know
how you got permission

to go to school
in the district.

I don't need permission.

My father has worked
for the Beverly Hills
City Library for 15 years!

And that gives me
as much right to be here
as anyone.

MAN: Hold it down, please.
It's a library.
Including you.

So the reason the ALOP office
didn't have your records

is because you're not part
of their program?

I already told you.
I'm here because
my father earned the right

for me to be here,
not because I was recruited
or because I want to be.

I don't know what to say.

Then why don't you
try saying nothing?

See, I was getting by
fine in Inglewood,

when my parents decided
it was time to
upgrade my education

four weeks into the semester!

Making me have to play
catch-up from the get-go.

Sounds like
what happened to me.
Yeah, right.

That's why your old man
tried to suck up to the coach.

Hey, that's not what
went down at all!

I love it!
You rich white boys, you get
the world handed to you,

no strings attached,
and you honestly think
that's how it is for everyone.

Excuse me, I don't know
whose bank account
you've been looking at,

but I am not rich.

Yeah, but you're white,

and that's why your
first impulse was to think,
"Hey, he's gotta be dumb

"or a rap singer
or--or in a gang
or smoking crack"

or whatever stereotype
fits your fears.

But that's your problem.
That's not my problem.

So what if I need
a little extra help adjusting
to life at the almighty

West Beverly High School?

So what if I use my
God-given talent to get me
into the college of my choice?

I ain't got nothing to hide,
got nothing to be ashamed of

and nothing more
to say to you.

Mom?
CINDY: Brandon.

We called you at work,
but you'd already left.

What's the matter?

Your car has been stolen.

Mondale's been stolen?

How did that happen?

It was a professional
wiring job.
We've seen it before.

They must've come
right up the driveway.

Why would anyone
in Beverly Hills wanna
steal a '78 bomber?

Once you cross the border,
a power engine
in good condition

can bring three times
its market value.

My engine was
in mint condition.

I'm so sorry, Brandon.

JIM: We're all sorry,

but the best thing
you can do now, son,
is to put it to bed

and give it our best shot
tomorrow, huh?

What if I don't give it
my best shot tomorrow, Dad?

Like I already said,
if you don't make the team,

the sun still shines,
the moon still...

No, I mean
what if I don't even
try out tomorrow?

What if I just quit the team
right now?

Brandon, what's the matter?
We'll find you
a different car.

Who said I wanted
a different car?
I just assumed...

That's right. You assumed.

You assumed I wanted
a different car.

You assumed
I wanted to play
high school basketball.

You assumed I wanted to move
to Beverly Hills.

But you never came out
and asked me.

You just jumped
to your own conclusions,

'cause that's what you wanted
to believe.

Well, guess again.

How can you say
I push him too hard?

I'm not overcritical
or overbearing.

But you don't take
a low profile, either.

Okay, maybe
I prod him a little,

but that's because Brandon
is a natural athlete.

He's much better
than I ever was.

All he needs
is a little motivation.

And a little space

and the room to fail

and the freedom
to be his own person.

Okay, yeah.
Maybe he could use
a little of that, too.

Brandon.

When they came up the driveway
to steal the car,

how come you didn't
hear anything?

How could you take my car
without asking me?

Kelly was in such
dire straits, I didn't even
stop to think about it.

Well, that's the way
it's been ever since we moved
to Beverly Hills, Bren.

You're not stopping
and thinking about anyone
or anything, except for Kelly

and her little inner circle,
and you know what?

It's getting real boring.

Brandon, you're right.
You are. And I'm
going to pay you back.

I promise,
I'll do anything you want.

Just don't tell Mom.
Please.

Don't tell her what?
That you took my car,

or that you lied to her
about it?

How was I supposed to know
Mondale was
running out of gas?

You check the gas gauge,
like any qualified driver.

You get in the car.
You put on your seatbelt.

You adjust the mirror.
You check the gas gauge!

Brandon, that's it!

What's it?

It's because
of Debbie Dillman's mother.

Excuse me?
Don't you remember?

We were in the back seat
when she rammed
into that tree,

and we couldn't go over
and play at Debbie's
all summer long

because her mother
was in a body cast.

That's why I'm great
at everything I do
but driving.

Brenda, that was 11 years ago.

Get over it.

Hey, Brandon.

I'm sorry. I know how much
making the team means to you.

Well, to tell you
the truth, Brenda,

I got a lot of things
on my mind right now.

A lot of things.

Hey, you mind
if I shoot a round with you?

It's a free country.

I thought the gym would
be empty this early.

It usually is.

You have a nice touch.

Thanks.

Listen, I thought a lot
about what was said
last night,

and I can't pretend
that in my mind
you weren't guilty,

not because you're black,

but so I'd have a better shot
at making the team.

I mean,
growing up in Minnesota,

racial relations just wasn't
something I thought about

or had to deal with so much.

Hey, I got news for you.

There aren't too many cowboys
riding herd in
downtown Inglewood, either.

Yeah, but that's just it.

I'm not a cowboy
and you're not
a gangbanger crackhead.

We're just two guys
from the same school

battling for the same spot
on the same team.

Coach Reilly's probably
only going to take
one of us, you know.

Well, the smart money's
on you.

Not necessarily.
Not the way you play defense.

You want to go one-on-one?

Yeah, sure.

Brandon, you didn't have to
apologize for wanting this
as bad as I do.

I know.

You take it out.

Brenda, you're early.

I need to talk to you about
driver's training experience,
Mr. Karton.

When I struck Henry Winkler
the other day,

it struck me
that maybe emotionally

I'm incapable of ever learning
how to drive.

Brenda, a new driver
is only as good as his,
or her, instructor.

You really think so?

Absolutely.

And I assure you
it is only a matter of time

before you find
a different teacher
with great reflexes

and a profound death wish.

So, you think that
I should drop the course, huh?

Or consider some
alternative form of
transportation, like walking.

How about instead
we walk over to the driver's
training parking lot

and give those reflexes
a workout?

Miss Yamado finally got
my laser-phaser to work.

Yeah? What'd she do?

She plugged it in.
I'm not too mortified.

What do you mean,
"Trust me,
there's no story there"?

What did James say
when you confronted him?

He said I shouldn't be afraid
to pop from the perimeter.

Hey, Minnesota.

Hey, Andy.

Don't let those suckers
intimidate you, Brandon.

This is our school,
not theirs.

Only in your mind, Steve.

(HONKING HORN)

An outdoor barbecue
in October. I love it.

You want chicken or steak?

Whatever's easy.

You were on the road
early this morning.

Yeah, I couldn't
sleep much last night.

How'd it go?

Well, it came down to me
and this guy named James.
Good guy.

Anyway, the Coach thinks
I could use a year on
the B team under my belt.

All right. Makes sense.

I'm sorry, Dad.

What for?

Getting some quality
playing time is much better
than riding the bench.

Yeah, but it's not like
nailing a shot at the buzzer

in front of the whole school.

Brandon, the shot I made
to beat Franklin was a fluke.

It was a glorious fluke.

But the only reason
Coach Yoring put me in was

because everyone else
had already fouled out.

It was either that
or we would've had to
forfeit the game.

So much for your old man's
glory days.

Yeah, well, you still have
a fairly decent shot

for a dinosaur.

This dinosaur is going
to kick your butt in Horse.

Two out of three.

I'm up for it.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

BRENDA: Brandon, it's Mondale!

I never thought
I'd see this puppy again.

Neither did I.

I am so happy,
you don't know.

It's the screwiest thing.
Seems one of our trucks
towed it over

to the impound lot last night.

Well, the important thing
is that it's back
and in one piece

and everything's great.

Well, you're just lucky
the perps
weren't Phi Beta Kappa.

They abandoned the car
right in the middle
of the intersection.

It takes all kinds.

Even left the keys
right in the ignition.

Brenda, isn't that
your key chain?