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So, in closing,

I would like to thank every one of you for your long hours

and unswerving dedication to projects that I think were...

Andrea, Andrea, Andrea.

What, Brandon?

Dedication only goes so far.

When that bell rings, we're all history.

Oh, right.

Uh, well, uh...

have a nice summer, everybody.

(all cheer)

DONNA: At Beverly Hills High, they get out at noon.

It's so pointless.

to have a last day of school.

Nobody cares.

Kelly, relax.

In five minutes, it will all be over,

and you can start working on your tan.

I can't wait.

I am ready to have the summer of my life.

How about you guys?

Oh, well, I'll settle for interesting.

Bren?

When has summer not been incredible?

DONNA: Kelly, you should work on getting your voice back.

(giggles)

(bell ringing)

I can't believe it.

We're finally free.

And entire summer

of nothing but beaches and babes.

For you, maybe.

I'll be spending the summer

at my grandparents' in Oklahoma.

You'll have fun.

Name one thing fun about Oklahoma.

I bet you not one girl there has ever met

a California stud before.

So, generally, I spend my mornings in the sun

and my afternoons playing volleyball,

which is totally cool because you get a great tan

and a great workout all at the same time.

Plus it's coed, and you meet the most gorgeous guys.

Now, doesn't that sound better than

hanging out in some acting class?

Yeah, well, I have to get my credit.

And I love acting.

Yeah, but you guys are totally deserting me.

Besides, what cute guy is going to take an acting class?

Kelly, can't you ever stop thinking about guys

for one second?

I mean, there is more to life.

Sounds like it's that time of the month.

Well, it is... and it isn't,

if you know what I mean.

What are you talking about?

I'm five days late.

Oh, my God.

Brenda, are you sure?

Kelly, look at me.

I haven't slept in two days.

I keep on checking and waiting.

I don't even know what to do.

So, are you, uh, finding it tough

to leave this old place?

No, I was just hanging around

to help you clean up a little.

Thanks.

And I wanted to, uh, clear things up

between us... before the summer starts.

Look, it's no big deal, Brandon.

It's no big deal that we almost became a couple?

It's a little tough

to just sweep under the rug, don't you think?

Look, Brandon, it was a moment that almost happened,

but didn't.

So where does that leave us?

As friends, I hope.

I mean, who else can you make a total fool of yourself

in front of, right?

You didn't.

Yeah, I know.

Have a great summer, huh?

Yeah, you too.

You better have fun this summer,

or I'm gonna hear about it.

I'm gonna party with the best of 'em, Bran.

KELLY: Didn't you guys use protection?

Kelly, keep your voice down.

Well, didn't you?

Of course, I'm not stupid.

It's just that not everything's a hundred-percent effective.

Well, except, well, you know.

What?

Abstinence.

Oh, well, thank you, Donna, but I think

it's a little bit too late for that now.

This is the only thing that's going to give you

100% peace of mind.

I can't believe I'm taking a home pregnancy test.

It's no big deal.

Just think of it as your own

personal little chemistry experiment.

Yeah, except that I'm the guinea pig.

KELLY: Brenda, are you all right?

I think so.

What color is it supposed to be again?

Uh, blue for positive, red for negative.

It's green.

That's impossible.

Well, maybe that means twins or something.

Donna, that's not funny.

Let me see.

I want to see, too.

Mm, it's kind of a pinkish-green.

Donna, what color does it look like to you?

Honestly?

St. Patrick's Day.

I can't believe this.

I wait to have sex with a guy that I love,

I act responsibly,

I take every precaution, and I'm green.

Brenda, maybe you should see a gynecologist.

(sighs)

I got to tell you guys.

I love Dylan, and I thought I knew what I was doing.

But I'm beginning to get the feeling that it wasn't worth it.

♪ Well, I've been waiting here, standing in the pouring rain ♪

Is it my imagination, Nat, or are tips getting smaller?

No, the customers are getting fewer.

It's the summer, Brandon.

They're all at the beach.

Nobody's eating in town.

So you mean this is only the beginning?

Boo-hoo.

Let the summer begin!

(grunting) Steve-o.

(both grunting)

What's up, bro?! Not much.

What time do you get off tonight?

Uh, not till late.

Oh, that is beat.

There's the most awesome bonfire

down at the beach tonight.

You should bail out of here early.

Nat'll let you go. Yeah, I know, but I need the money.

It's the only way I'll be able to get myself

into a new set of wheels.

Oh, you definitely need a new set of wheels.

Yeah, I know.

Man, I found this car around the corner at the garage.

Mechanic's been working on it all year-- it's a '65

Mustang convertible; it's pristine.

It's got my name written all over it.

He told me he'd hold it for me till the end of the summer.

I just don't think I can scrape together the cash.

Well, you need a more lucrative job.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I think I made more lifeguarding at the community pool

last summer in Minnesota.

You were a lifeguard?

Yeah, don't act so surprised.

Well, I'm not, but, Brandon,

you should try and get a job at the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

They pay big money down there, and the fringe benefits

are awesome.

Sounds great.

Trust me, it is.

But how would I bail out on Nat?

Nat will survive.

Come on, Brandon.

It's time to start thinking about yourself for once.

I know, but I...

But nothing, nothing.

I'm gonna give you Henry Thomas' phone number.

It's Mr. Thomas to you.

He's a manager down there.

Give him a call, see if anything's available.

I'll put a good word in for you.

Hey, you gonna order or what?

I hope so; he's my only customer.

Uh, I'll have some water to go.

(laughs)

CINDY: Another school year bites the dust.

Mm, I'll say.

You know, that's what's so great about school.

I mean, summer actually means something.

It's the most wonderful season in the whole world.

Does everything start to lose its meaning when you get older?

Well, now, that's not what I meant.

It's just wonderful to be young and free.

Well, I guess I'm gonna have to wait

until I'm old to appreciate it.

Older.

Mom, how old were you when went

to see your first gynecologist?

Oh, well, I guess not until college.

For what?

Well, I...

(chuckling): What's prompting all this?

Nothing, I'm just curious.

I mean, I'm going to have to go see one sometime, aren't I?

Uh-huh.

Um, well, I guess I went because

I thought it was a good idea.

A good idea for what?

Brenda, is there something you're not telling me?

Can't I ask you a question

without getting the third degree?

Well, of course.

I just hope that if there were something wrong,

you would tell me.

Well, nothing's wrong.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing.

Sorry I asked.

Dylan's here.

I didn't even hear the bell.

Bye. Bye, Mom.

Bye, honey.

Just because it's summer doesn't mean that curfew's changed.

(sighs) I wish I was on vacation.

Oh... come here.

Damn, Bren, I don't believe it.

I mean, how?

Dylan, I thought you said that

we did everything right.

Yeah, we did.

I knew it was a mistake.

It was wonderful.

Bren, it was great.

Dylan, what if I'm pregnant?

Then I'll do everything I can to help you

and support you.

Bren, it's my problem, too.

Well, it doesn't feel that way.

MAN: Good morning, gentlemen and ladies.

We are looking for three lifeguards.

This is a full-time position, five to six days a week,

excellent pay

and wonderful benefits and very hard work.

Now, I assume you've all been trained and experienced

in beach rescue.

Uh, lake rescue.

Excuse me?

Lake and pool, sir.

Well, that doesn't concern me, son.

What you put down here, I don't care about.

It's what you do out there that I care about.

Now, everybody, show me what you've got.

Let's start with a series of ten sprints,

out to those two orange poles out there

and back.

Ready...

(whistle blows)

I really feel weird about being here without my mother.

Brenda, you could have told her.

My mother would have understood.

Well, mine wouldn't, believe me.

I didn't even want to ask her the name

of her own gynecologist.

Trust me,

Dr. Strathmore is the best.

I know, I just hate meeting new doctors.

Well, my mom and I have been seeing him for years.

I really wish he wasn't a him.

Most gynecologists are.

Oh, my God.

What?

What are those?

You've never seen a pair of stirrups before?

Not unless they're on a horse.

It's just the way they examine you.

How wonderful.

Brenda, would you mind giving us a urine sample?

The bathroom's right across the hall.

Sure.

I'll just be outside with Dylan.

LIFEGUARD MANAGER: All right, come on, let's go, move it, move it!

Push it, come on!

All right, come on, come on!

Push it out, push it out, let's go!

Ah, that wasn't too bad,

was it?

I'm gonna have a heart attack.

See that buoy?

Everybody hit the water

for a half-mile swim-- now, let's go!

Come on, let's move it! Move it!

Hi, there.

You must be Brenda Walsh.

Hi.

So, let's see, you're here, to...

Dr. Strathmore, you may not believe this.

What's that?

I think I'm okay now.

Since when?

I guess since I got here.

Are you sure?

Definitely.

Look, I'm sorry for wasting your time.

No, you haven't wasted any time at all.

You know, it's perfectly normal to be late

occasionally. I know, I've just never late before,

but what a relief. For the moment.

You know, Brenda, when a woman becomes sexually active,

she's got to start dealing with a whole new set

of responsibilities.

Yeah, I'm beginning to realize that.

You ever been examined by a gynecologist before?

Uh, no.

Why don't we set up another appointment.

Never to early to start.

Maria. Mm-hmm.

Bren, what happened?

KELLY: How'd it go?

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

What did he say?

Can we just go now?

It was a total false alarm, right?

Yes, totally.

(sighs) Yes.

Um, Bren...

while we're here, do you think maybe

it'd be a good idea if you would see

about the doctor putting you on the pill?

You think it's that easy, don't you, Dylan?

I just pop a pill

and then you don't have to worry about anything?

No, I was thinking about you.

No, you weren't.

You were thinking about yourself.

I-I don't get it.

What did I do?

You're just being a total guy.

Brenda.

Oh, there he is; I see him.

Should I go out there and bring him in?

No... he'll be all right.

I want to thank you for coming.

It's going to be a tough decision,

but I have your numbers, and I'll be notifying everyone

by the end of the day.

Thanks a lot.

Take care.

Walsh, you okay?

Yeah, fine.

I guess I'm just more of a pool guard type, huh?

I see.

Well, it's a good thing I've got another job to fall back on.

Oh, what's that?

I work at the Peach Pit.

It's a burger joint in town.

I've been working there all year.

I just thought it might be nice

to just come out here and make a little more money

and get a tan while I was at it.

But I guess not, huh?

Listen, Mr. Thomas, thanks for the opportunity.

It's the best workout I've had all year.

Hey, Walsh...

um, I got a position open for a cabana boy.

With tips, you can make as much as a beach guard.

Really? What would I have to do?

A little bit of everything.

Set up lounge chairs, carry drinks, keep the peace.

Everything except save our members from drowning.

Well, I think I can probably handle that.

Well, I think you can, too.

That's why I'm offering you the job.

That's outstanding.

When would I have to start?

Tomorrow. 7:00 a.m. sharp.

Tomorrow?

I should really give Nat, the guy I work for

two weeks' notice, don't you think?

Walsh, in about 15 minutes,

I'm going to interview 35 prospective cabana boys.

I've got résumés, letters of recommendation,

high school transcripts,

modeling portfolios-- and the truth of it is,

I hate to interview people.

So if you want the job, it's yours, effective immediately.

Otherwise, I meet the competition.

Well, you know, things have been kind of slow

over there lately.

I guess Nat would understand.

I mean, he should understand.

Well, that's between you and "Nat."

Listen, Mr. Thomas.

Thanks for the opportunity.

I'll see you tomorrow.

All right.

Hey, there, recycling parent.

Hi, Brandon.

Well, it's good to see someone's trying to save the planet.

Where have you been?

You're not gonna believe this, Mom,

but I just scored the most righteous job of the summer.

I'm gonna be a cabana boy at the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

Everybody who's anybody belongs there,

and all I got to do is make sure they're having a good time.

Well, it sounds wonderful,

but what about your job at the Peach Pit?

Well, Nat will understand.

I mean, how could he stand in the way

of an opportunity like this, huh?

Sounds like he's not going to have much choice.

When do you start? Tomorrow.

Aren't you going to give him any notice?

I really can't, Mom.

They need me to start right away.

I'll get Brenda to fill in for me,

until he can find a replacement.

Brenda has summer school!

(loud knocking)

Hey, beautiful sister.

Why do I get the sneaking feeling that you want something?

No, no, not at all.

In fact,

I want to do you a favor.

You see, I just got offered this incredible job

at the Beach Club for the summer,

but I need someone to take over for me at the Peach Pit.

Now, before you get too excited,

it's only for a couple weeks, until Nat can find...

Bren, you been crying?

No.

Come on, Bren, I know when you're upset.

Your cheeks get flushed.

What is it?

You know how things seem really important,

and you go out and do them,

and then you can't even remember what you got so worked up about?

Yeah?

Well, I always thought that I wanted a really cool boyfriend.

And to not be one of the last people to have sex.

Well, I have a cool boyfriend, and we've had sex.

And God knows, I'm not the last.

In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm one of the first.

And...

And what?

And up until a couple of hours ago,

I thought that maybe I was pregnant.

Oh, Brenda...

I'm not, of course.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so calm.

I guess I just overreacted.

No, no, not at all.

I understand how you feel.

Sort of.

Well, not really.

Everybody talks about sex like it's no big deal,

and it is a big deal.

Hey, it's all right, come here.

It's okay.

It's okay, you're okay.

I know; it's just changed things, that's all.

Do Mom and Dad know anything about this?

Are you kidding?

They would freak out.

Brandon, promise me that you won't tell them.

Are you sure?

I think they could handle it.

Brandon, please.

Okay.

I promise.

Hey, who's mixing paper with the plastic?!

Oh, my God.

I think you guys are really misunderstanding.

Is it yours?

Did you use this test?

Where did you find it, anyway?

I mean, I didn't know this family was spying on trash.

Honey, I wasn't spying.

You had it wrapped in plastic.

I was separating the trash for recycling.

Brenda, we're not angry with you.

We just want to know what's going on.

(sighs): I am so embarrassed.

Honey, we don't want you to feel that way.

We just want you to be able

to feel that you can discuss these things with us.

I know.

For a moment there, I thought that maybe I was pregnant.

My period was a few days late, so I got worried.

Well... did you do something that would...

give you... reason to believe that if you...

were a few days late

that that would indicate that you were pregnant?

You mean like sex?

Yes. Something like that.

Yes, of course.

Well, how long has this been going on?

Brenda, having sex means making a very serious commitment,

and at your age... It's a big responsibility, Brenda,

and I just wish that you had discussed it with us first.

Or if you didn't feel comfortable with me,

at least with your mother.

All right.

The first time I did it was two weeks ago with Dylan.

Where?!

In the hotel where the dance was being held.

I mean, are you guys happy now that you know everything?

Brenda, I warned you about him. Jim!

Dad, don't blame this on Dylan.

It was something that we both wanted to do.

(chuckles) I see-- as two consenting teenagers?

Yes! Brenda...

the point is...

yes, physically, you're ready,

but that doesn't necessarily mean that you are emotionally.

Well, I think I am.

(sighs)

I just wonder if, five years from now,

you're gonna look back and think the same thing.

(wry laugh)

Didn't you and Dad have sex before you were married?

(Jim stammers)

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

Are you and Dylan planning to get married?

No.

Why do you guys want to make me feel so bad?

Oh, honey, we're not trying to make you feel bad.

We just want you to realize

that in this day and age, especially, sex is not a game,

no matter how it may look in movies and on TV.

It's serious, and it doesn't make you an adult.

Good.

'Cause I don't want to be an adult.

(car engine idling)

(horn honks) That must be Dylan.

I'm supposed to go out with him tonight. Good.

I want to talk to him, too.

Don't you dare! Jim!

Dad, you're not his father.

Brenda is right.

I'll kill myself if you say one word.

I don't want him to know that you know.

Hey, Bren. How are you?

Hi, Dylan. Hi.

Bren, what, uh, why do you have that box in your hand?

Hi, Dylan.

Don't stay out too late.

I swear to God, we-we won't.

(front door closes)

God, I heard myself out there

sounding exactly like my father when I was Brenda's age.

Conservative, moralizing, completely inflexible.

All the things I swore I'd never be.

Jim, it was a big shock.

Thank God she's not pregnant.

I like to think of myself as open-minded.

It's hard when it comes to your own kids.

I feel the same way.

So... what do we do?

Make ground rules about sex?

If we forbid her, you know she'll run out and do exactly that.

(sighs) There's no answer.

Jim, the answer is, we're just going to have

to put a lot of trust in our daughter.

(rock ballad playing)

Hey, Nat. Hey, Brandon.

You just can't get enough of this place, huh?

See, the food's so good around here,

even the help comes on their off days.

(chuckles) What would you like?

Anything you want, on the house.

On the house?

Never heard those words pass your lips before.

What can I tell you?

I'm in a generous kind of mood.

(laughs)

Listen, Nat,

I got to talk to you about something.

Shoot.

(sighs)

You know how much I love you, and you know how much

I love working here... Brandon, I... I just can't.

What?

Give you a raise.

I mean, you know how much our business

is slashed during the summer.

Happens every year. I know that, Nat.

That's why I got to quit.

What? You see, I got this other job.

It's a really great job at the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

I'm gonna be a cabana boy there.

You know, setting up beach chairs, serving drinks,

helping ladies with their suntan oil.

Brandon, that-that... that sounds great.

I guess this dump can't compare, huh?

No, no, it doesn't have anything to do with that.

This other job pays more, and I need the money.

I got to have a car this fall.

Brandon...

(clears throat) I've never been a person

to stand in the way of another guy's success.

Thanks, Nat.

I'm glad you feel that way-- I was kind of worried.

So, uh...

(clears throat) when does this new job start?

(sighs) Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Brandon, I said we were slow, but we're not dead.

I can't run this place by myself.

I know, Nat. You'll find somebody.

I'll help you. But by tomorrow?

Do you have any idea how many yutzes there are out there?

Brandon, it's...

it's gonna take me a couple of weeks to find somebody,

and then I got to train 'em.

Nat, I'm sorry.

(sighs)

One day's notice.

Gee, divorce me but don't desert me, kid.

I don't know what to say.

Say?

Say you'll stay until I find a replacement.

Nat, I-I can't-- I-I told 'em

that I'd...

Okay.

Okay, I understand.

Hey, kid, it's been a lot of fun working with you.

And you have yourself a good summer, huh?

(crickets chirping softly)

(pop song playing)

♪ I was trying to fill up this empty space ♪

♪ But every good dream has to end... ♪

(sighs) Bren, what's wrong?

Everything.

It's not the end of the world.

Your parents will get over it.

Yeah, maybe.

They shouldn't have made you feel guilty, Bren.

That's not fair.

Dylan, they didn't.

Believe it or not, this has nothing to do with my parents.

It's just...

the icing on the cake.

I understand.

You had a bad scare-- I don't blame you for being upset.

It just made me think about a lot of things.

Do you know how lucky I feel that I met someone like you?

I feel lucky, too.

When we first started going out,

I thought you were so sexy.

It was so exciting how we flirted

and everybody looked at us.

And then I fell in love with you.

And I fell in love with you.

And I trusted you enough

to have sex when I've said no before.

I know.

What are you saying?

I just feel like we've crossed this imaginary line.

It all feels too much right now,

worrying about condoms and birth control pills

and seeing a gynecologist and getting pregnant

and what my parents are thinking.

Come here.

Is it getting too scary?

I just don't know what we're about.

Like, things are happening too much, too fast.

♪ It's a long way down ♪

I think we need to stop seeing each other,

at least for a while.

Bren, you're overreacting.

Stop worrying about what your parents think

and figure out what you feel.

I have.

I know what I'm feeling.

No, you don't-- everything you told me so far

only adds up to one thing: you're afraid.

That's not enough of a reason.

Dylan, I do know what I'm feeling...

and I need to break up with you.

No.

No.

Dylan, I'm sorry.

(sighs)

♪ It's a long way down from the top of the world... ♪

(knocking)

Mom, Dad...

Hi, honey.

I have an announcement to make.

Oh. What is it?

Dylan and I broke up last night.

Oh, honey, you didn't have to break up with Dylan.

That's not what we were saying. I know that.

It's just that, honestly, things have gotten

more serious than I really wanted.

I guess at the moment, I'm just not ready

for a sexual relationship.

(door closes)

Brenda, don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?

Kelly, it's just not that.

I mean, it's a lot of things.

I don't understand.

Well, you don't have to.

I guess I just wanted to be my own person again.

At least for a while-- I mean, it's not a crime, is it?

Well, maybe not to the LAPD.

How did he take it?

Not so well.

Well, guys never do.

Doesn't matter how cute they are.

What do I say to him if I see him at the beach, though?

Nothing.

I'm sure he hates me right now.

God, what a way to start the summer, huh?

Yo, Dylan.

Hey, B, what brings you back to the beach?

Didn't Brenda tell you?

I got a job here for the summer.

No. It must have slipped her mind.

It's incredible, man.

I get to hang out in the sun all summer long,

and I make more than I did at the Peach Pit.

Yeah? How does Nat feel about you leaving?

Well, that was the only bummer.

He didn't take it so well.

Yeah? Why not?

I guess 'cause I had to start right away.

I didn't give him any notice.

Well, you Walshes have a way of dumping on people.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Man, the guy's your friend.

You got to show him some respect.

Yeah, I know, but if I didn't start today,

I would have lost out on this gig.

Big deal.

B, I've been a member here all my life, man.

The place is not worth selling your soul for.

So, Bren, what are you going to do on Saturday nights now?

Donna, Dylan was not my life.

God. You are so brave.

Hey, Brenda, Donna.

Hi. Andrea, I didn't know you were taking drama class.

Well, you don't have to sound so surprised.

No, it's just that you didn't say anything.

Well, I thought that I would be spending most of the summer

at this children's shelter,

but then I realized that I had my mornings free,

so here I am.

(chuckling): Cool.

Plus, I had to spice up my résumé.

Colleges love diversity,

and they like to know you can have fun.

Well, I need to spice up my résumé, too.

Like with a quick "A."

Good morning. Morning.

Sorry I'm late.

Who's that?

I don't know.

I thought Ms. Kapuchnick was teaching this class.

Yeah. So did I.

I hit the most incredible traffic on the 405.

I'm Chris Suitor.

And let me tell you a little about myself.

Born Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, 1967.

Son of a civil engineer, Ted Suitor,

and his lovely wife, Sue Anne,

(with Southern accent): a former Southern belle from South Carolina.

They met and fell in love at U.V.A.

and got married May 12, 1959.

Neither family approved, but out of that blessed union

came Ned, Roxanne and finally Chris,

a child who grew up not unlike any other child,

except when he announced the terrifying news

at the age of 18 that he wanted to be an actor.

Months of begging, pleading and sound beatings to the head

did nothing to dissuade him.

He applied to Northwestern University's theater department

and was accepted.

Years of torturous study,

small roles in great plays

and large roles in lousy plays followed.

Graduation loomed and Broadway beckoned,

where, on his first meeting

with a casting director, was told

to find another line of work.

(chuckles) He agreed. So...

in the great tradition of "those who cannot do, teach,"

I humbly present myself to you, your esteemed drama teacher.

Ooh. All right.

You may call me Mr. Suitor.

And what I've just delivered you may call a monologue.

Which was greeted by a deafening silence.

Who else would like to give it a try? Huh?

Come on. Hey, it's easy.

Just your life's story in one minute or less.

Thank you. Thank you,

dark-haired girl with the beautiful smile, for volunteering.

No!

Yes. No!

Yes. Come on, come on.

What's your name?

Brenda. Brenda.

Yes. Great.

♪ Won't you call me, baby ♪

♪ It's ten after 2:00 ♪

♪ Growin' sick and tired of worrying about you ♪

♪ I never know if you're still alive ♪

♪ The other night I was up till a quarter to 5:00 ♪

♪ I'm finding something else to do ♪

♪ 'Cause this ain't you ♪

♪ There ain't nothing out there, baby ♪

♪ Whenever I turn around ♪

♪ You're out there playing in the streets... ♪

All right, if I nail this next point,

I get to take you out for lunch, okay?

19 serving 20!

Steve?

Time out.

Kelly, can't you see I'm trying to serve?

Did you hear? What?

Brenda broke up with Dylan last night.

You're kidding.

Have you seen him? I mean, is he okay?

Oh, come on. They've been going out for months.

They were bound to go bust.

I'm sure he's ecstatic that she's finally cut him loose.

You're so romantic, Steve.

♪ There's no need to worry, the kitchen light's on ♪

Do over. 19 serving 20!

(TV playing)

Now, look, if you want to get along with me,

you will remember that every weekday

between 11:00 and 12:00, The Young and the Restless--

no interruptions. You got it?

Yeah, I got it. Cool.

Oh, before I forget. there's your uniform.

Thanks.

But I don't think I'm gonna

be able to wear it for about a week.

Why? You expecting a growth spurt?

No. It's just I can't dump on my former employer like this.

I mean, I can't understand why you'd want somebody

like that working for you, anyway,

someone of such little integrity.

See, the bottom line is, Mr. Thomas,

I'll promise to give this job my all

if you'll just allow me to give Nat the courtesy

of a week's notice.

Who is this "Nat"?

He's a really great guy.

You see, I'd never leave you without giving you some notice.

I got to do the right thing.

Mr. Walsh, you better be worth waiting for.

Now get out of here.

Thanks.

So I moved from Minnesota to Beverly Hills,

which was definitely a shock that I finally got over,

because I met some incredible friends,

including a great guy

named Dylan, who I fell totally in love with.

But our relationship got too intense for both of us,

and we broke up last night.

Huh. I'm always the last to know.

So how does that make you feel, Brenda?

Kind of sad, I guess.

Great. Great. What else?

Kind of alone.

Terrific! What else?

Confused. Wonderful!

Why is it wonderful? I feel miserable!

It's wonderful because you're feeling,

and that is the most important part of acting.

so embrace all your feelings,

no matter what they are,

because they are what make you, number one, human,

and, number two, and even more importantly,

a good actor.

Yes?

Are we going to be graded on this?

Hey, Nat.

Hey, Brandon!

I didn't expect to see you until you were much tanner.

Yeah, I know.

Uh... listen, Nat.

I'm... I'm sorry for bailing on you like that.

Hey, you did what you had to do.

Well, I was wrong.

Yeah. But let's let bygones be bygones, right?

Wrong. I told the guy at the beach club

I had to give you a week.

Otherwise, he could take his job and...

No, no, no. Hold on.

I found someone already.

You did?

Don't look so surprised.

This joint ain't that bad.

Well, no, it's not that. I...

I just didn't want to leave you hanging.

Nah. You didn't, and I appreciate it.

Come here, you.

You have yourself a good summer, huh?

All right. You, too.

Okay.

Thanks, Nat.

All right.

And then I won the ninth grade scholastic achievement award,

which led to a finalist position in the statewide competition,

which I never, ever, ever, ever, thought I'd win,

but did, due to this essay on perestroika, which predated

most of the reforms by almost a year.

(bell rings)

Okay, we'll pick this up again tomorrow.

Thank you. Oh, sure.

God. I was so nervous up there talking to everybody.

Andrea, you were fine.

God. I'm terrified that, tomorrow, when I talk about my life,

that I'll be done in about two seconds.

Wait. Do you think I can make something up?

I'll see you guys later, okay?

Brenda, what's wrong?

Uh-oh. Dylan alert.

Catch you tomorrow, huh?

Sure.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm feeling bad, Bren.

Me, too.

So why are you doing it?

Dylan, I need some time.

You know, I thought, if we ever broke up,

I would feel this... tremendous sense of relief.

I could go back to being myself.

But something happened.

I fell in love with you or something.

And I stopped being a loner.

Dylan, I think that's wonderful.

I think it's terrible.

The only person in this world that I have to depend on is me?

And I always have to remember it?

Dylan, that's not true.

You can depend on me.

(chuckling): Oh, really?

Dylan, just because I need some time and a break,

doesn't mean that I still don't love you,

or that this isn't painful for me, too.

Well, maybe that's what they mean

when they say "love hurts."

Dylan, I got so close, it scared me.

I don't want to be scared with you.

I know.

If we're meant to be together, time will tell.

Can I take you home?

No.

I think I should walk.

Good-bye, Dylan.

♪ ♪