All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S02E02 - The Party Fish (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track3_[eng]

(theme music plays)

JIM:
What time does
your express bus leave?

6:30.

You better get going.

(groans)

What's with you?

Job burnout.

After one week?

It's the toughest job
I've ever had, Dad.

Spending your day
at the beach

doesn't sound all
that difficult.

Oh, but you have no idea
what my day is like.

I'm the first one there
in the morning,

practically the last one
to leave at night.

And I'm so busy all day,

the only way I know
I'm at the beach

is because my shoes
are full of sand.

Well, there's no
free lunch, Brandon.

You get what you pay
for in this world.

Ah, but you see,
if you were to pay for,

oh, let's say half
of what my car costs,

I could quit and actually
pretend it's summer.

Have a nice day, Brandon.

(indistinct conversations)

Out!

Out?! Out?!
What do you mean, out?!

You were standing
right there?

Let's take it over.

Take it over?
If it wasn't in, it was out.

How could you not see it?

I didn't see it.
I saw it.

You saw it?

All right, listen, okay?

Whatever the kid says,
goes, okay?

That's fair, all right? And?

So, nice shot.

Oh, thank you very much!

The game is over!

Fix! Fix!

Oh, come on.

You heard the kid!

Clearly, an objective,
neutral observer

and the envelope with the 20s

will be waiting for you
at the front desk.

Oh, come on, Edgar,
I'm gonna buy.

All right, all right,
all right.

All right,
who won?

Who always wins?

Who always cheats?

You tell him, Edgar.

Whoa! Whoa! Listen,
for the record,

would you please tell
Miss Cynical

what you saw?

The shot was in.

I told you Brandon
was a quick study.

But you never told me
he was so cute.

Who cares
what he looks like

as long as he has good eyesight.

Thank you very much, Henry.

Thank you, Mr. Rattinger.

Are you Jerry Rattinger
the sports promoter?

Guilty as charged.

I think you know
my father, Jim Walsh.

Jim Walsh
is your old man?

Hey, listen, I hear he's
thinking about joining.

Yeah.

Okay, all right, listen,
I won't hold it against you.

Hey, stranger,
what's happening?

Hey, man, how's the waves?

Oh, ugly, flat.
Closed out.

Other than that, they're
pretty bitchin' though.

So, how you doi''
otherwise?

Okay. Henry's cool,
lets me park my board here

even though Dad's
not a member anymore.

Yeah, Henry is cool.

And so is Sandy.

No, Sandy is exquisite.

Just don't tell her
I said so.

Listen, man, I'm sorry
about you and Brenda.

Don't worry about it, man,
things happen, you know?

Big Jimbo must be
skying, though.

Listen, you're welcome
to come over any time,

no matter what happened
between you guys.

Thanks, man. I might do that.

Take it easy.

Late.

MAN:
Now, I asked Brenda to bring in
her mom's winter coat

so that we could demonstrate
a sense-memory process.

This is the exact coat your mom
was wearing, right?

Yes.

Please, tell the story.

Well, it's about the time

that I got lost
in the department store.

I was supposed to stay
with my brother, Brandon,

but instead I decided I would
take a little adventure

on the escalators.

Well, 30 minutes later,

my parents were convinced
that I was kidnapped.

And all I really remember
is feeling intense panic.

But the $64,000 question is,
can Brenda Walsh re-create

the emotions of being lost
and found

by re-creating the smell and
texture of wet, winter wool?

I think she can.

ANDREA:
Don't be so hard on yourself.

You did great!

When the tears came,
it just felt so forced,

it wasn't right.

God, it must be really,
really cold back there.

It's beyond cold.

Well, it gives me the chills
just thinking about it.

See, Kelly,
if you took drama class,

you could use those feelings.

I think I'll stick
with the beach, thanks.

Mm, have fun.

You're not gonna go?

No, I'm gonna try

and work on this sense-memory
stuff some more.

Give me a break,
Brenda.

No, it's true,
Kelly.

A creative person can't
be afraid to follow his

or her artistic
impulses

no matter where they
may take him or her.

Very well put, David.

And since Brenda
will be staying in town,

now there's room
in your car for me

to go to the beach
instead.

Uh, it's okay.

I don't mind sitting
in the back seat.

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

So, have fun.

Call me later.

Yeah.

So, what are you doing?

Same as you, avoid
going to the beach.

It's that obvious, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I just feel that
if I ran into Dylan,

I couldn't deal with it.

I don't know if I can
be myself this summer

without totally blowing it.

Brenda, tell me, uh...

has Brandon asked about me?

Sam? Hi, yeah.

BRANDON:
Great bunch of people
at this club.

Let me tell you something
about the rich, Brandon,

they're different
from you and me.

So said F. Scott Fitzgerald
in The Great Gatsby.

That's very good.

You read it, huh?

Yes, I read it.

A long time ago.

Probably before
you were born.

Oh, you think so?

Well, I don't know,
how old are you, anyway?

I don't know.

How old do you want me to be?

BRENDA:
So, summer is definitely the
best time of the year, Granny.

Oh, and I love my acting class
at school.

Our teacher, Mr. Suiter
is so brilliant,

and he's really teaching us
how to get in touch

with our emotions
from childhood.

Honey, if we don't
leave now, we're not going

to get to the beach
club on time.

You're going to the
beach club tonight?

One of your father's clients
has invited us to join.

The Beverly Hills
Beach Club?

Mm-hmm. They're having
a big party

to honor
prospective members.

Hold on.

The Beverly Hills Beach Club
where Brandon works?

Mm-hmm, isn't that a hoot?

Granny, hold on.

Does Brandon know that
you're going there tonight?

Yeah.

Why don't you join us?

Oh, no, no.

I can't.
Um, I'm talking to Grandma.

(sighs):
New members.

Come dance with me,
would you? Would you?

(laughing)

Do you do this
with all the women?

All the women.

While you're working?

Of course, when I'm
working, when else?

Well, I don't know.
how do you get anything done?

I don't.

Hey, you two.

Now, you know
the rules.

Employees can't be seen
having fun in public

during a new member
function.

Don't worry, darling.

Sandy'll take
good care of you.

Now don't you go corrupting
this fine young man.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Neither would I.

CINDY:
Brandon!

Hi, where have
you guys been?

I was getting worried about you.
It's a long story.

Yeah, well, rumor
has it your father

made a wrong turn
at Topanga.

Zuma Beach, the sign
said "Zuma Beach this way."

I took the turn...

Whatever
you say, Jim.

Whatever you say.

Jerry, give me a break.

We'll forgive
you anything

as long as you pay
your dues on time.

That way your son
can become a beach bum

like the rest of the kids.

Sounds good to me.

Don't get any ideas.

Jerry, we really ought
to find a table.

Okay.

All right, you guys have fun.

Nice call today.

I call 'em like I see 'em.

Yeah, well, listen,
we'll get you on the court.

Teach you a couple of tricks.

Any time.

You got it.

Gosh, isn't it
a small world?

My dad's an executive
tax specialist.

He just started working
on the Rattinger account.

Yep, very small world.

(indistinct conversations)

Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Walsh.

Steve!
How are you?

I hear you might
join the club.

We're definitely, uh,
thinking about it.

If you love the beach,
this is the place to come.

(excited, indistinct
conversation)

Hey, bro, I just saw your folks.

It's pretty wild, they
might join the club, huh?

Yeah!
Hey, party up.

The grunion run tonight.

Isn't it a little
late for that?

I don't make the
schedule; ask the fish.

Grunion are fish?

Yeah! The ultimate

California party fish.

They come to the beach

a couple of nights
every summer

to lay their eggs,
so to speak.

Yeah, Donna'll be there,

Kelly, Dushane,
Linda, Kyle, everybody.

Sounds like
a happening.

Yeah, you might even want

to ask your lady
friend, if you'd like.

Steve, I think Sandy's got
more important things to do

than hang out on the beach with
a bunch of high school kids.

Well, judging by the way she was
checking you out all day today.

I think you're the only
high school kid

she's interested
in hanging out with.

It's just an opinion.

Well, Harry, another day,
another dollar, huh?

Hey, listen, I-I know it's
kind of last minute--

it's cool to say no--
but if you're not doing

anything tonight,
the grunion are running.

At which beach do you
propose we go

to watch this
miracle of nature?

Here...

Or wherever it is
they usually run.

They can come ashore anywhere
between Point Conception

and the Mexican border,

but I really wouldn't know,
because after 12 years

of living in Los Angeles,
I've never actually seen them.

In fact, I don't really
think they exist,

but you know what? If you run
into any, give 'em my best.

Excuse me, did I say
something wrong?

No.

Well, obviously I did something
to rub you the wrong way.

Why didn't you introduce
me to your parents?

I didn't know you
wanted to meet them.

We were standing next to them
about half a dozen times.

It would have been
real easy to say,

"This is my friend from work."

Leave it at that.

I didn't think you cared
about stuff like that.

Don't flatter yourself.

Oh, come on, Sandy.

I'm sorry, all right?

Go ahead and shoot me.

It's not you.

It's, it's just...

your parents seem like
really wholesome types.

I'm not all that crazy about
people from Beverly Hills.

That's okay,
we're from Minnesota.

But now you go
to Beverly Hills High School.

Actually, I go
to West Beverly,

but I could always
transfer to West Podunk,

if that would make you happy.

You know, the way
my head is pounding,

I don't think anything could
make me happy tonight.

Not even the sight of 10,000
wild and crazy grunion

having an orgy on the beach?

I know it's a long shot, but
stranger things have happened.

Yeah. Stranger things
have happened.

So, is that a yes?

It's a let me think about it.

Well, before you make
this magnanimous decision,

I probably should tell you that
some of my high school friends

are gonna be down there, if
that makes a difference to you.

Does it make
a difference to you?

No.

Let's go find ourselves
some party fish.

BRENDA:
Brandon, how many
times do I have to remind you

to put your clothes
in the hamper

instead of throwing them down
on the floor like a total slob?

Sorry, Bren, I got home
a little late last night.

Well, now the bathroom
smells like fish.

thank you very much.

Well, believe me,
there were no fish

anywhere on the beach
last night.

We waited for hours
for them not to show up.

Just like Sandy predicted.

Sandy?

As in a girl
named Sandy?

As in a woman named Sandy.

How old is this
Sandy person?

I don't know;
she won't tell me.

That is a definite sign
of someone being old.

I know.

Hey, Dad.
Good morning.

Good morning, Dad.

You guys left the party
a little early

last night,
didn't you?
Did we?

Yeah, I guess we did.

BRENDA:
So, is it
gonna be

a Beverly Hills Beach
Club kind of a summer?

I'm sorry, I'm just having

a little bit of trouble
understanding this.

Didn't you guys just say you had
a great time last night?

Yes, we did.

And you love the beach.

Yes, we do.

So what's the problem?

It's not a problem.

It's just, when you
factor in the costs

of joining a beach club,

the numbers just don't add up.
We'd rather

spend the money
on your college tuition.

Oh, so it's a money thing?

It's not just a money thing.

Then, what kind
of thing is it, Dad?

Hobnobbing with the Jerry
Rattingers of the world

can be a lot of fun
for a night or two,

but in the long run,
I think it's much safer

to keep your professional life
separate from your social life.

What social life?

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

So, you think the club
is too Beverly Hills chi-chi

for your Midwestern
taste buds, is that it?

Did I say anything like that?

BRANDON:
I'm just trying
to figure out

why a place that 99% of the
population is dying to get into

is not good enough
for us to join.

Because it's my decision.

And there's nothing any of us
can say to change that, right?

What else is there
to say, Brandon?

That's exactly my point, Dad.
Thanks for breakfast, Mom.

Where are you going?

To the beach club.

I thought today
was your day off.

It is.

Wha...?

what was that?

Beginner's luck, too?

You must be a good teacher.

The best.

Oh, what I could teach
a kid like you.

Be like money
in the bank.

So who's stopping you?

Listen, how expensive is this
car you want to get?

$3,500.

He won't co-sign a loan,
give you an advance?

We haven't really
talked about it.

Well, what do
you two discuss?

Not much really.

I haven't seen him lately.

We're both
working too hard.

That's wrong.

I mean that-that's wrong.

Now, you're 16,
what, 17 years old?

Yeah.
Okay.

If you can't take off

for a summer vacation now,

I mean when
you're supposed to,

when are you gonna do it?

When you have to...

have work every day
to support a family?

Tell it to him.

When I was a kid,
he didn't want me to play hockey

because it conflicted
with my paper route.

(laughs)

That's... All right.

Far be it for me to criticize
your old man, and God knows

that the Beverly Hills Beach
Club ain't for everybody.

But you, you just,
you can't make

the kind of connections
that you need to make

crunching numbers
in the Wilshire District.

Your father's a very sincere,

hardworking guy, but his head's

still in a little
in meat-and-potato land.

So, you want me to talk to him?

No, thanks.

I'll give it another shot.

So, what kind of car are you
lusting after, anyway?

A '65 Mustang convertible.

Right. I had
one of those.

Oh, yes. Absolutely.

I had one of those, too.

Another world,
a different time.

Now I'm a very happily
married father.

Two girls, two cats, a dog.

Sandy!

Can we get a
drink over here?

Sure!
I'll send Jeannie over.

Thanks.

Talk about a
piece of work...

Got a girlfriend?

I'm working on it.

Well, if it isn't
my three favorite

ladies from tennis school.

Hey, aquatic update.

The party fish are
running again tonight.

Yeah, and so
is Moby Dick.

Come on, you're gonna miss
a thrill of a lifetime.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Hi.

Hello.

Good-bye.

Hey, wait a minute.
Where are you going?

Home.

Do you live far?

Not far.

That's good, 'cause
I rented a limo

to take you anywhere
you want to go.

You did what?

Well, it's not
exactly a limo,

but it worked for Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid.

♪ ♪

(yelping)

(happy shrieks)

BRANDON:
I think that
the beach is definitely

the best part
about living in L.A.

Yeah, except you have to be
a multi-zillionaire

to live near the water.

That's all right.

I plan on making my first
zillion by the end of the week.

Do you?

Yeah.

I'm starting a
new conglomerate.

Cabana Boys R Us.

It'll be a
franchise operation.

I'll be the chairman
of the board.

and you can be the executive
director of everything else.

Promises, promises.

Oh, come on,

We'll get Jerry Rattinger to
bankroll the whole operation.

Put our corporate offices
wherever in the world we want--

Hawaii, Aspen. Prague.

At the rate I'm going,
it'll probably be Kuwait.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

No.

I don't know. It's...

Just listening to you talk,

I realize I'll probably
never have a beach house

or any of the other things
I used to dream about

when I was your age.

What are you talking about?
You're still young.

Getting older by the minute.

I wish I would have met you
five years ago.

You wouldn't have liked me
five years ago.

I was in sixth grade.

I gotta go.

Oh, hey, come on.

don't you want to wait
for the grunion to come?

How old are you?

You know, I'm really glad
I took this job now.

I got the beach,
I got the sun,

I got the beautiful chick
on the front of my bike.

Stop it. Brandon...

You're embarrassing me.

Yo, surf kumby.

Coming or going?

A little of both.

Look, um... the other day

when you were talking
to me about Sandy,

you didn't tell me
you were gonna make

a move in that direction.

Why, you think she's
too old for me?

No, man, age is not the issue.

She's just not the right
person for you.

At all.

So, what are
you saying?

I'd really rather not get
into specifics, man,

but you gotta trust me
on this one.

All right? Before you
get in over your head.

Is this your way of telling
me you slept with her?

This is my way of telling
you to go in this thing

with your eyes open, man, or
somebody's bound to get hurt.

Well, it's too bad you
didn't tell Brenda that

before you got her
to hop into bed

with you.

Consider yourself warned.

You broke her heart--
you know that,

don't you?
No, Jones.

I think you got that
flipped around...

big time.

Hey, Henry,
have you seen Sandy?

She probably went
to pick up her check.

Cool, thanks.
Yeah.

Sandy, I've been looking
all over for you.

Brandon, uh, listen, I'm sorry,
I, I can't make it tonight.

Something's come up, okay?

Sandy...

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

RATTINGER:
Brandon!

I've been thinking
about your new car.

What new car?

JIM:
Jerry Rattinger is offering
to buy you a what?

He's not buying me
anything, Dad.

He's giving me an advance
against my salary.

Salary for what?

For working.

Doing what?

Well, this summer,
I'll be like a gofer,

but when school starts up again,

he says I can work in his
publicity office as a trainee.

You know, tie it in
with the school paper.

But what about
the beach club?

Henry's gotta
understand.

Rattinger's paying
me double my salary

no matter how many hours I work

and even on days
when he doesn't need me.

It's a "win-win" deal.

JIM:
Why is it "win."

Why is he willing to pay
you for doing nothing?

He thinks I'm a good
paddle tennis prospect.

This is serious, Brandon.

I don't know, Dad.

You know what he's like.

He has a different
philosophy than you.

I think he feels
sorry for me

'cause he knows
there's no life

for a teenager
in L.A. without a car.

And you know, even though he has
two beautiful little girls,

I think deep down inside he
really wants a son.

I do, too.

I just didn't know
he'd go after mine.

You know, Rattinger
said Dad might try

to torpedo the whole deal,
and I said, "No way".

I mean why would he care
just as long as I'm working

to pay back the loan
on the car.

And then this
morning it hit me.

It hit me like
a diamond bullet,

he doesn't want me
to have a car, any car,

'cause he's still punishing
me for totaling Mondale.

Oh Brandon, I don't know.

I mean, Dad stood by you
through traffic court.

He knows you don't drink.

Then why is he so down on me
going to work for Rattinger?

I think that's
fairly obvious.

Yeah, the size of
Rattinger's bank account.

No way.

Dad's worked with plenty
of rich people before.

He just doesn't understand
why this man is offering

to pay you good money
for the summer

to do practically
nothing.

And to be
truthful, I agree.

You're as bad as he is.

What can I say.
We are related.

But you know,
if it's bothering you that much,

why don't you talk
to him about it?

Can I ask you one more question?

Sure.

Why are you wearing a winter
coat in the middle of July?

You don't want to know.

Oh, morning, Mom.

Oh, hi, honey.

I'll be in
in a sec.

Oh, no, no rush.

Listen, just between
you, me your flowers,

is Dad in a better
mood this morning?

I think so,
but unfortunately,

he had to leave early for an
audit down in San Diego.

He's not here?

No, but he said to tell you
that whatever you decide

with Mr. Rattinger
is fine with him,

and he'll talk to you about
it when he gets home later.

Yeah, but I have
the late shift.

By the time I get home,
he'll be in bed.

God, this is so
typical of him!

You know, he lays
all this guilt on me

about not wanting
to work so hard this summer

and he's too busy working
to talk to me about it!

Honey, I know you're upset.
No, I'm not upset, Mom.

I just wish he could find the
time to deal with me for once.

Well, can't it keep
for one night?

I guess it'll have to.

Listen, the last thing
I wanted to do

is get between you and
your old man. It's just...
I know.

It sounded like
a perfect fit.

I mean, I needed someone to
run a few errands for me.

You needed a car, but hey,

if he's going to get
his nose out of joint,

the smart thing
would be to forget it.

The problem is
I don't want to forget it.

Well, then be your own man.

Eventually, every kid comes
to the fork in the road,

and no matter which way you go,
it's gotta be your own decision.

Well, my dad did say whatever
I chose would be cool.

A Mustang convertible, right?

Why don't we just cruise down
to the volleyball court

and see what we can do.

Hey, we feeling
any better today?

Actually, we're
feeling a lot worse,

so consider
yourself warned.

Did I do something?

It's not about you, Brandon.

It's about me.

Do you want to
talk about it?

Talk about what?

Why there isn't enough
time in the day?

Why there isn't enough
money in the bank?

Why my head is pounding?

Look, Brandon, you're
a very sweet boy,

but I'm going through

some really heavy personal
stuff right now.

I'm just not about
to pour my heart out

to a teenager from
Beverly Hills.

Mommy? Mommy!

Mommy!

Where is Mommy?

Mom.

Mommy?! Where is Mommy?

JIM:
Brenda?

Dad.

What are you doing?

I don't know, but whatever
I'm doing,

it's not working for me,

and now I'm just crying
out of control,

and I still can't get in
touch with my emotions.

Are you still working on
that day

that you were lost at Daytons?

That was some scary day.

Yeah, I know all about it.

Mom went to the
linen department.

You went upstairs to the
sporting goods department

to buy a bowling ball,

and I was supposed
to stay with Brandon,

but then I started riding up
and down the escalators,

and that's when I got
into trouble.

You were so cute.

Cute?

You and Mom and always told
me that I was hysterical.

Well, that was after
you got lost,

but when you were playing
on the escalators,

you were having
the time of your life.

STEVE:
That is Maia Landen.

She's young,
but she's kind of cute.

She's real young.

Yeah, she is kind of...

How young is she,
Steve, 14, 15?

She's young.

But she's very mature
for her age.

I haven't made
a move on her.

What about you and Sandy?

Our relationship is kind
of like the grunion.

No one knows if
it really exists.

Walsh, Mr. Rattinger needs
some extra manpower

out in the parking lot, okay?
Yeah, sure.

Come on, give me a hand.

Brandon.

Hey, Mr. Rattinger.

I brought my partner
in crime along

in case it was
a two-man job.

No, I think you'll be able
to handle this yourself.

(whistles)
Nice car.

Yeah, new.

So, you need me to carry
something up for you?

No, I need you to get
behind the wheel

to see if this is something
you wouldn't mind driving

for the rest of the summer.

You said you needed a car.

Yeah, but a used Mustang.
Not a...

We can probably still
get you your Mustang,

but this way my corporation
can lease this,

and I can deduct the interest.

This is an incredible
piece of machinery.

Here, take it for
a spin up the coast.

Let me know how it handles.

Well, Mr. Rattinger,
I, I don't know what to say.

This is great.

Well, how about trying,
"Thanks a lot, Jer."

Hey, Jer, if I say
"thanks a lot",

you think I could sport
one of these bad boys?

I thought you
had a chauffeur.

Listen, remember,
buckle up.
Always.

Damn it.

Hey, is something wrong?

Uh, I hate to ask you
to do this,

but uh...

Could you excuse us
just for a second?

Sure.

Listen, uh, Mrs. Rattinger
had a little too much sun

with her wine
this afternoon,

she's going to need
a lift back into town.

Normally, I'd do it myself,
but I have to stay here,

tie up a couple of loose ends.

Yeah, no
problem, Jerry.

Thanks.

Uh, I'm sorry I can't
put the top up.

I haven't figured out
how to do it, yet,

but, uh, I'll turn up the heat,
how's that?

When did you start working
for my husband?

Uh, about 15 minutes ago.

What do you think
of him so far?

Oh, your husband's a great guy.

You don't have to put on
an act with me, Brandon.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Rattinger.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I'm talking about my husband.

I'm talking about
his mistress.

You're not the first
pretty boy he's hired

to drive me home
from the beach club

so he can be with
his playthings.

I hear he's trying
to get back with Sandy.

Is it true?

(chuckles)

I can't see it.

You work with Sandy,
don't you, Brandon?

Yeah.

Since you're going up
to his cabana,

could you take him
back his car keys.

Tell him thanks,
but no thanks,

which is pretty much all
I've got to say to you, too.

It's not what
you think, Brandon.

It's not some cheap,
sordid affair.

How do you know what
I think, Sandy?

You don't know me.

And I obviously don't know you.

That's right.

You don't know me.

You don't know
anything about me.

You don't know what I go
through to get up in the morning

and look in the mirror.

So don't you sit
in judgment of me.

Especially when Mommy and Daddy
still pay your bills.

Oh, no, this isn't about
my mommy and daddy.

It's about you and
your sugar daddy.

So you better run
along up to him,

since he's the one who
pays all your bills.

Brandon.

(sighs)

Glad you're home.

I was fading.

How you doing?

I don't know.

There's pretty weird stuff
going on at work.

Well, hopefully what
I have to say to you

will put your mind
at ease about all that.

This morning

on the train down
to San Diego,

I had a lot of time to think
about car loans and work ethics

and the age-old
tug-of-war between

fathers and sons.
Dad...

Please.

Let me just get this
off my chest first.

You know, it's... it's one thing
for a father

to try to instill a sense of
positive values in his children,

you know, "you get what
you pay for," whatever.

And it's quite another thing
when a father

hides his own frustration

behind a guise of
wisdom and experience.

I don't follow you.

The other morning
when you asked

if the reason we didn't
want to join the beach club

was because it was
a money thing,

I managed to change the subject

and run for
the high moral ground.

But the truth is...

yes, it is a money thing.

It's something I've
been struggling with

since I turned down
the promotion

to move us back to Minnesota.

Dad...
I know, I'm sorry,

I'm rambling.

The bottom line is
there's no earthly reason

for you to be knocking yourself
out folding beach chairs

when you could be having
the summer of your life.

So, do yourself
a favor, son.

Forget about your
old man's hang-ups.

Go work for Rattinger,

find out how
the other half lives.

I already did.

It's not all it's
cracked up to be.

There's just

one more thing
I want to say to you.

It's what my father said to me

on the morning I left
for university.

He said, “Don't sell
yourself short.”

Be your own man, Brandon.

Everything else
will fall into place.

Well...

if it isn't the king
of the cabana boys.

I was wondering if we were
going to see you today.

Yeah, I was wondering
the same thing.

My father said I should
honor my commitments.

Good for Jim.

Your father's
a very honorable man.

Mr. Rattinger, anything
you have to say to my father,

I suggest you say it
to him, and not to me.

Did he tell you to say that,

or did you think it up
all by yourself?

Thank you.

You know, they tell me the car
that you drove last night

really excels at handling
the bumps, taking the curves.

I wish the same could be said
of the driver.

Yeah, it was an
all right car.

It's no '65 Mustang.

It got very ugly last night.

Very embarrassing.
Very unnecessary.

I really could've
taught you something.

Like what?

Like how to hurt people?

Deceive them,
intimidate them?

Brandon, Brandon...

Sandy's a nervous wreck,
Mr. Rattinger.

She's a wreck because of you.

As far as Sandy is concerned,

my conscience is crystal clear.

As far as we're concerned,

I think Henry Thomas
is looking for you.

Good luck in
your next job, kid.

(TV music playing)

Henry?

Hey, Brando.

If it weren't
for these VCRs,

I might not ever be able
to catch up with my programs.

Mr. Rattinger said
you wanted to see me.

Uh, sure, yeah.

Uh, let me tell you

what's happening.
Am I fired?

(TV clicks off)

Now what was the question?

Damn it, Henry.

What's this "damn it,
Henry," business?

Rattinger ordered me
to fire you.

I told him
I would consider it.

It's been considered.

It's been rejected.

And if he don't like it,
let him try

and run this place without
me in the middle of July.

Thanks.

Well, not that you're
any good at what you do.

I just don't want you to
get the wrong impression.

Not everything around here
is bought and paid for.

What about Sandy?

She quit.

Yeah, I figured as much.

Ah, you think
she's got troubles?

You ever watch The Young
and the Restless?

No.

What...?

Come here.

(melodramatic TV music plays)

This Julia, right?

Julia's having a baby
by her husband's father.

So, wait...

I'm sobbing my guts out,

and there's my dad
under the archway going,

"Honey, what are you doing?"

(laughing)

But the funny thing is,
my dad started reminiscing,

and it's like something
just clicked.

I had been trying
to feel something

that I'd never really felt.

I mean, it wasn't
about the coat anymore

or the memory of me, or what
anybody was trying to tell me

that I was feeling at the time.

It's about me,
being back on those escalators

having a great time
all by myself.

Sounds like
a breakthrough to me.

Nice work, Brenda.

Well, the best part is,

I wasn't afraid
to be by myself back then,

six years old in a department
store full of strangers.

There's no reason in the world

why it shouldn't
be like that today.

Way to go, Brenda.

Let's go to the beach.

(men shouting indistinctly)

Out!
Are you crazy?!

That was in by a country mile.

I'm not giving you
the point, Jerry.

I'm not going to argue
with you about it, Edgar.

Did you see it, Brandon?

Yeah, I saw it.

What was it?
Hey, all right,

all right, listen,
we'll just take it over.

What for? Brandon saw it.

So, what's the call, Brandon?

It was in.

Like I said, I call 'em
like I see 'em.

Jerry.

Right, okay, let's go.

You going to leave
without saying good-bye?

Hi, Brandon.

You're moving out?

Yeah. Um, I'm leaving town.

My mom and my sister have
a place up in San Luis Obispo,

and they've been asking
me to stay with them.

Clearly, it's not
working here anymore.

He told me he loved me.

He said he'd leave
his wife and children.

That was two years ago.

I'm sorry.

Being with you, though,

listening to your
approach to things,

it's really helped me to see

how jaded and angry
I've become.

Thank you.

Say good-bye to Dylan
for me, will you?

Drive safely now,
you hear?

I will.

Yo, kumby, can I
buy you some lemonade?

Tell you what,

throw in a little chicken
ranchero and some salsa,

you got a customer.

I just feel so bad
about Sandy.

Thanks, Grace.
Thanks, Grace.

Well, she's not bad news,
man, she's just unhappy.

Otherwise she wouldn't
have gotten herself

into that situation with
Rattinger to begin with.

And I really
liked her, man.

I know.

I know, but you gotta
promise me something.

What's that?

The next time you ask me

if I've been with a girl
that you have a crush on,

I get a free one
anywhere.

Anywhere?

Anywhere.

Just not the nose.

Females, what are
you doing here?

We were just in
the neighborhood.

Uh-huh.

So this is

the Beverly Hills
Beach Club, huh?

(giggling)

Kelly,
what's so funny?

Oh, poor Steve.

(laughing)

What's up, buddy?

It's low.

It's lower than low.

It's the lowest
common denominator.

What happened, man?

You remember
Maya Landon?

The 15-year-old vamp?

Yes.

She says she just wants
to be my friend.

But what gets me is she,
she's got the hots for...

DAVID:
Hey, big guy.

So, uh, what time

are the grunion
running tonight?

What are grunion?

BRENDA:
You know, you'd think that

they'd have enough courtesy
to show up for their own party.

KELLY:
Hey, I guess they figured

it was a long swim
back to Mexico.

Yeah, well, the water
is a lot warmer

in Puerto Vallarta.

♪ The party's over. ♪

Oh, boy.

Wait, they'll be here.

You say that every year.

Every year.

Are we leaving?

It's getting late.

No, I came here
to see some grunion,

I'm gonna see some grunion!

That's the spirit.
Go.

(laughing)

You know, your brother's
a fool, you know that?

Yes, I know.

You know, it's really nice
being here with you,

but not being here
with you, you know?

You mean like
a good friend?

Anything is possible.

Anything?

ANDREA:
It's kind of
disappointing, isn't it?

No, it's kinda nice
to see everybody.

Guys, what does a grunion
look like anyway?

I don't know, I've
never seen one before.

Do they kind of look
like a cross between

a sardine
and an anchovy?
Yeah, why?

Uh...

ALL (yelling, cheering):
Grunion!

(laughing, cheering)