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REPORTER (over TV): Now, the DWP is encouraging the public to use this...

All right, I'm all packed,

but I still can't find my blue shirt.

Honey, I'm sure I saw it in your drawer.

No, I already checked.

Uh, Dad, actually I wore

that shirt to the beach last week.

Brenda, why do you have to wear my shirts?

Because they look great.

Girl in a guy's shirt, Dad.

There's nothing like it.

And in other local news,

Beverly Hills financier Jack McKay returned to...

My God, it's Dylan's dad. Turn it up.

...and was taken into custody by Federal Marshals.

McKay, who was facing imminent extradition,

has been indicted on 23 counts

of federal income tax evasion and securities fraud.

The smartest thing she ever did was break up with that guy.

Our Linda Grayson was on the scene.

For the past decade, the name

Jack McKay was synonymous with big business in Los Angeles...

It was only a matter of time

before they caught up with that crook.

But as the '80s ended, Jack McKay...

Dad, he's innocent till proven guilty.

Does he look innocent to you?

Today, the former multimillionaire

told the court that his liabilities

exceed his assets by as much as $6 million.

(ringing)

McKay's assets have been seized. (clicks TV off)

DYLAN (on machine): Hi. You know what to do

after the beeparooni. (machine beeps)

It's me, Brenda.

Are you okay?

Dylan.

Dylan, please pick up. (line clicks)

♪ Everybody else ♪

♪ Is shooting for the stars ♪

♪ But that just don't work for me ♪

♪ Like to take it slow... ♪

MAN (on P.A.): A tropical storm off the Baja coast

is kicking up some wicked sets this morning.

The Coast Guard reports small craft

advisories from Point Conception to the Mexican border.

Malibu Beach reports three- to five-foot waves,

good to excellent shape.

Santa Monica reports

four- to five-foot breakers, excellent shape.

Zuma reports eight-foot swells from the southwest,

so buckle up for safety and party hearty.

♪ Aim low ♪

♪ Take it step by step, along the way you'll... ♪

DYLAN : Hey, man. Hey, buddy.

Figured I'd see you this morning.

It's pretty thrashing out there.

Yeah, summer storm-- nature's gift to surf bums.

You gonna be dangling later?

I don't know, depends how the waves hold up.

Brenda's been looking for you, man.

We, uh, saw the news.

Yeah. Finally caught up with the old man.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, B, don't worry about it, man.

He's paying the best lawyers in L.A. to do that.

And what about you? You all right?

Are you kidding? Surf's up.

♪ Aim low, never shoot... ♪

Mother, I will not let you use that.

It doesn't have any sunblock in it.

Oh, honey, I've given up every vice in the world.

Don't take away my tan.

Well, you didn't work this hard to clean up your act

just so you could drop dead of skin cancer.

Yes, Mother.

(sighs)

You know,

without a margarita to play with...

sitting on a lounge chair is really dreadful.

Well, you must not be facing the right direction.

Where?

Maybe there is one more good vice left.

Ooh, check him out.

Not bad.

What do you think about him?

Ew, gross.

Yeah, well, you can still afford to be picky.

Now, that is more like it.

Steve?

I thought you guys were history.

Not Steve, Mother.

Kyle Connor.

Youth is definitely wasted on the young.

Well, mystical surf wizard,

what does your wisdom tell us about

these massive sets of destruction? I think

we're in for a serious pounding.

Anybody who would go out in them

has got to be loony.

So, when's his father's arraignment?

I don't know.

Will he post bond?

Andrea, I don't know any more than you do.

Yeah, but, Brenda, don't you talk to Dylan?

We broke up, remember?

Yeah, I know, but I thought at a time like this...

No, Andrea, if Dylan wants to talk,

he can call me.

William Shakespeare wrote his first play in 1590.

Does anyone know what it was?

Yes, Andrea?

Ahn-drea. Uh, Henry the Sixth?

Right, very good, An-- Ahn-drea.

Shakespeare followed that big hit

with the world's first sequel.

Anybody know what it was called?

Donna, how 'bout you tell us.

Um...

Henry the Sixth, Part Two?

She's right.

You know, in Shakespeare's day, men performed

all the parts.

Fortunately, things have changed.

And to honor the bard, we're all going to try

some scenes from Shakespeare this week.

Shakespeare?

I thought this class was supposed to be fun.

Come on, Macbeth, King Lear,

Hamlet?

Well, it was good enough for Mel Gibson.

So which of you ingénues

would like to try the role of Juliet?

Donna. Me?

Yes, you.

And for your partner.

The teen heartthrob of all time, let's see.

Never was there a story of more woe.

Than this of Donna

and her Romeo.

You see something interesting?

Just picking up on some of the finer points.

What, the game or Kyle?

Nice serve.

Thanks.

Um, the ball.

It'll cost you.

Well, what'd you have in mind?

How 'bout some private lessons?

All right. All right, you got it.

Private lessons starting tomorrow.

Early. Groovy.

Can I have my ball back now?

Oh, sure.

Are we playing or what?

I remember groping my way

through Shakespeare in high school.

I was Lady Macbeth in the class play.

You weren't. Hmm.

Out, damned spot, out, I say!

Who'd have thought the old pot to have so much dirt in her.

(Cindy and Andrea laugh)

Uh, it's a joke.

You know... Macbeth killed the king,

and there was all this blood and...

(phone ringing) Forget it.

I'll get that.

Hello?

Uh, no, Brandon's not here. Who's this?

Well, where is he? What happened?

What is it?

All right, we'll be right there.

It's Dylan. He was surfing.

There was an accident, he's in the hospital.

Oh, my God.

Is he all right? I don't know.

Come on.

(sirens wailing)

WOMAN (on P.A.): Dr. Miller report to Emergency.

Dr. Miller report to Emergency.

WOMAN (on P.A.): Dr. Mack, stat to Emergency.

Dr. Mack, stat to Emergency.

Nurse Morgan, Nurses' Station E.R.

Nurse Morgan to Nurses' Station E.R.

Dylan.

How did you know?

When you were unconscious the paramedics found

Brandon's name and phone number in your car.

You scared me.

It was awesome.

Yeah, really awesome. Look at you.

You're lucky to be alive.

I'm fine.

You look like an angel.

I called you last night.

Why didn't you call me back?

I couldn't talk to anybody.

Not even me?

I'm sorry I didn't answer the phone.

Dylan, does your dad know?

Yeah, his lawyers were here earlier.

Somebody had to give them permission to treat me.

I need you, Bren.

I know.

Everything's gonna be all right.

You're gonna be out of here in no time.

I better go.

Don't leave.

You need your rest; the doctor said so.

Brenda.

How's he doing?

Okay, I guess.

Well, the doctor said it's just

a mild concussion and a few cracked ribs,

but they want to keep him here for a few days,

because there's no one to take care of him at home.

So I told them, we'd take him home with us.

Dylan and I broke up, remember?

I can't have him living in our house.

Brenda, I couldn't just

leave him here alone in the hospital.

I mean, he's Brandon's friend, too.

It's just for a few days.

Let's go.

Oh, Brenda, would you take this up to Dylan for me, please?

Sorry, Mom, it was your idea.

I'm not gonna play Nancy Nurse.

Brenda.

Well, what do you want, Mom?

I mean, first you and Dad tell me not to sleep with him,

then you tuck him in the next bedroom.

Well, where are you going?

Out.

Sorry, I'm taking your room over, man.

Oh, that's all right, Jones.

The sofa will be fine.

Ow.

Guess a couple busted ribs are God's way

of telling you you're grounded, huh?

Yeah, that's funny.

I'd laugh, except it hurts.

What exactly happened out there, man?

It was stupid.

Tube started to close out on me, I got jacked from behind.

Should've seen it coming.

Ah, you had a lot on your mind.

This has nothing to do with my dad, Sigmund.

Oh, that's right.

Nothing ever gets to you, huh?

CINDY: Dinner.

BRANDON: Hey, Mom, come on in.

Roast chicken with rosemary, broccoli au gratin,

some new potatoes and chocolate mousse pie for dessert.

Wow.

Yeah, wow.

Well, taking care of somebody

brings out my nesting instincts and my Cuisinart.

Is Brenda around?

Brenda? Oh.

Um, no, I think, um, I think, uh, she went out.

She's not exactly thrilled with my being here.

Well, you know how she is

when she makes her mind up about something.

Yeah.

You wouldn't call her stubborn, would you?

Stubborn? Brenda? No.

(chuckling): No. No.

(laughter) Ow.

Listen, you have some dinner and just try to get some sleep.

DYLAN: Okay.

Yeah.

Mrs. Walsh.

Yes?

Um... I've forgotten how nice it is

to have a family to take care of you

when you're sick.

This is very nice.

Thank you.

That's okay.

She can't help herself.

We all just want you to get well.

What about el padrino?

Uh, don't worry about him, he's cool.

Brandon, your dad is a lot of things.

Cool is not one of them.

Honey, I'm telling you, you're asking for trouble.

I didn't have any choice.

He didn't have anywhere to go.

Doesn't the kid have a mother?

Well, she lives in Hawaii.

Well, let him go to Hawaii.

Jim, you are not being reasonable.

I am being reasonable.

I'm thinking about Brenda.

Brenda's fine.

(sighs)

Well, just lock her door.

Jim, the boy can't even move.

He can move.

When it comes to Brenda, he can move.

Hamlet, huh?

(sighs)

To be a bitch or not to be a bitch?

That is the question.

I wouldn't say you've been a bitch.

Then again, you haven't said a word to him,

and he has been here all day.

I thought that we could stay friends,

but that's before he moved in.

Nah, just go talk to him, say good night or something.

Brandon...

this is between Dylan and me.

You know, he's right; you are stubborn.

I am not stubborn.

Come on in.

No.

You avoiding me?

Dylan, I made a promise to myself.

I need this time.

Brenda, how am I gonna get through this without you?

You are the only one that I trust.

I'm not ready.

I need to think things out

to be sure about what I want.

Don't make me beg, Bren.

I won't.

Dylan, I'm sorry, I can't. Ow.

Can't what?

I can't do this.

(sighs)

Ow.

♪ Like a still frame in my mind ♪

♪ I can see you turn away ♪

♪ From me ♪

♪ Just an empty glass of wine ♪

♪ And nothing more to say ♪

♪ And now you're gone ♪

♪ All that I can do ♪

♪ Is sit here, staring at the wall ♪

♪ And these photographs of you ♪

♪ So, darling ♪

♪ Leave your pictures on my wall ♪

Uh, you go first.

No, it was harder for you

to get out of bed. Go ahead.

It's your bathroom, though.

You can have it.

You sure?

Yeah, I'll wait.

Okay.

Thanks.

Okay.

Good night, again.

Good night.

♪ So while the sun is sinking fast ♪

♪ I sit here by myself ♪

♪ Looking through these windows to the past ♪

♪ And a love that's... ♪

All right, Kelly, you did good at the spikes.

Now, this is, this is a little harder.

Put your arms together like that. Okay.

Okay, parallel, okay, you got it.

Ooh, oh, my Lord!

(laughing) Good. Well, you're getting better.

Okay, ready, one more.

Okay.

Kelly doesn't get up at the crack of dawn

for just anybody, Steve.

Ah, it's a summer fling; he can have her.

You know, Kyle told me he had a girlfriend at Beverly,

but she might be transferring to West Beverly.

You don't say, huh?

Well, maybe Kelly Taylor can't have everything she wants.

Ouch!

What's wrong?

Oh, I don't know, I-I think I hit the ball wrong or something.

Well, just shake it off.

It hurts.

Let me see.

Hmm.

That's much better.

You know, you have beautiful hands.

Thank you.

Kelly, I was wondering...

would you feel like getting together sometime?

You mean off the court?

Yeah.

Like a date?

(chuckles)

Yeah, I guess so.

I thought you'd never ask.

Well, how about tonight?

Okay, cool.

Give me a call.

Okay, great.

Yes!

Kelly, did you know he's got a girlfriend?

Steve, did you know you're being a jerk?

He's playing with your mind.

Oh, that'd be a welcome change, wouldn't it?

The sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh.

That unmatched form and stature of blown youth,

blasted with ecstasy.

Oh, woe is me to see what I have seen, what I see.

(applause)

Yeah!

Whoo! All right.

Great!

I don't know, Brenda, that was pretty terrific.

You really understand Ophelia.

Maybe it's because I'm sharing a bathroom with Hamlet.

(school bell rings)

CHRIS: All right, class, uh, that'll be it for today.

Tomorrow, we're moving on to

"fair Verona, where we lay our scene"

and "a pair

of star-crossed lovers take their life".

David, Donna, I hope you're ready.

So, what do you feel like tonight, Chinese or sushi?

Mom, I kind of have plans for dinner.

A date?

Yeah, Kyle finally asked me out.

Great.

So tell me about this Kyle.

What is he, Mr. Super Jock?

Well, he's the best volleyball player I know,

and he plays wide receiver on West Beverly's football team.

Sounds like he has very good hands.

He's not like that.

Not yet, anyway.

But I really like him.

Good.

At least one of us is having some fun.

Mom, you're never gonna meet anybody if you just keep

sitting up here at the cabana all the time.

I know.

But it's gonna take a while before I remember

how to be sexy and charming without being inebriated.

Well, it's like volleyball.

You just need a little practice.

Honey, I've had 20 years of practice.

Think I'll just lay low,

let you be the social butterfly this summer.

I'm really proud of you, Mom.

One day at a time.

Romeo, Romeo,

wherefore art thou Romeo?

Oh, uh, uh, shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

You shall stop.

God, I can't bear this anymore.

You have got to be the worst Romeo I've ever seen.

Well, you're no Sandra Bernhard.

You mean, Sarah Bernhardt.

Well, yeah, her, too.

You know, I resent that, David.

This is all your fault.

You stink at this!

Well, we're both gonna be humiliated here.

Well, not me.

You can be totally humiliated all by yourself,

because I quit!

(scoffs)

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Mom!

I'm home!

DYLAN: Your mom's shopping.

(cheering and applause on TV)

Nobody's here?

Just me and Oprah. (turns TV off)

Do you need anything-- a soda or something?

Yeah, that'd be great.

Your mom said there are some sandwiches in the refrigerator.

Okay.

And an apple.

Okay.

Anything else?

Could I get a blanket?

And my book's on that table

right over there.

Will that be all?

Just one more thing.

What?

You.

(chuckling): Dylan.

Ow.

I'm sorry.

No, it's-it's okay, don't stop.

You know, the hardest thing I ever had to do

was try to stay away from you.

What the hell is going on?!

Dad, it-it's not what you think. Ow!

It isn't? It sure looks like it is.

Mr. Walsh, I can explain.

There's nothing to explain.

Except maybe why you decided to take advantage

of our hospitality by taking advantage of my daughter!

BRENDA: Dad!

It's not like that at all.

JIM: I don't care if he hears me.

He was in my house and with my daughter.

I told you there would be trouble.

CINDY: Jim, they were just kissing.

It was a little more than that.

And if I hadn't walked in,

it would have gone a lot further.

Jim, listen to yourself.

What about us?

We were older.

Well, still, we said we were going to trust Brenda.

Yeah, that was before Don Juan moved in.

You're overreacting. When is he leaving?

The doctor said he needed at least five days bed rest.

Okay, he's been here three, right?

Yes. Fine.

Another couple of days and then, that's it.

Dylan, I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, Bren.

You know, I always thought you were the hottest girl

at West Beverly.

Then why didn't you ever ask me out?

I would've gone out with you in a second.

Well, we're here now.

True...

Kyle is it true that you're dating a girl

at Beverly Hills High?

We broke up.

How come?

It was getting too serious.

I can relate to that.

Do you want to have some fun of the not-so-serious kind?

Like what?

Follow me.

Whoo, come on, Kyle, don't be shy!

What are you doing?

Live a little, yeah.

Whoo!

Kelly, you... you're gonna freeze out there.

No I won't, I'm not gonna get my hair wet unless you come in.

Come on! Forget it.

Uh, give me a towel, would you?

Oh...

Oh, thank you.

Whoo, yeah.

(giggles)

Well, seemed like a good idea at the time.

(sighs)

Look, Kelly...

It's okay, there's a lot we can do on dry land.

What?

I'm sorry, Kelly. I'm not into this.

What do you mean? I thought you liked me.

I do, Kelly, you're great, but...

But what?

I don't know.

I mean, you're coming on pretty strong.

Okay, I guess Steve was right.

So you're totally playing mind games with me, right?

Look, Kelly, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.

What did you expect me to think?

You ask me out here.

I, I feel like such a fool.

Kelly, I'm sorry.

Just take me home.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

I hope you're satisfied.

What?

Dylan's gone, he left.

Are you happy now?

Brenda... Where are you going?

To find him.

And when I do, to say I'm sorry for having a father

that's such a jerk.

Brenda.

Kyle, I hear you had a hot date with Kelly last night.

So?

Well, moonlight on the beach, fireside picnic,

you made all the right moves-- did she go for it?

Yeah, we had a good time.

Oh, yeah? How good?

Hey man, ease up, all right?

I was just curious.

You guys make a great couple.

We're not a couple.

Hold on a second, handsome.

You mean you passed up an opportunity with Kelly Taylor?

What happened?

Nothing.

All right, Steve? Nothing happened.

Is that what you want to hear?

Kelly.

Kelly, please. let's talk.

I don't feel like talking.

Summer fling over so soon?

Get lost, Steve.

(sighs)

I already told you, I'm not doing it.

Donna, you can't just quit or you'll get an F on the project.

Yeah, well, chances are, with you as a partner,

I'll get an F even if I don't quit.

I know how to put this over, Donna,

maybe even get us an A.

How?

No way... not till you apologize and admit

that you're just as bad as I am.

Okay, I'm sorry, okay?

And, and, I'm just as bad as you are.

There... now what's your plan?

Come with me. Come on.

I went to the condo, I went to the hotel.

Nobody knows where he is.

Okay, thanks.

Yes, we'll call if we hear anything.

Did Dylan say anything to you two

about spending the summer with his mother in Hawaii?

Not me. Me, either.

Well, after his father turned himself in,

it seems Dylan's mother made arrangements for him

to spend the summer with her, in Hawaii.

I mean, the morning of his accident,

he was supposed to be on a plane.

Nobody's heard from him.

(wind whistling)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ All you said to me ♪

♪ With open eyes ♪

♪ Cut me and my colors ran dry ♪

♪ Now it's hard to be... ♪

MR. MCKAY: Dylan, come on out here, son.

You're missing all the fun.

Be right there, Dad.

♪ ...Your misery ♪

♪ Why did you pull him down? ♪

♪ And scratch your ruby crown ♪

Don't drop me, Daddy.

Don't drop me.

I'll never drop you, son.

I promise.

I'll always be here for you.

I'll never let you fall.

I'll always be here for you. I'll never let you fall.

I'll always be here for you.

I'll never let you fall.

♪ Damn you ♪

♪ May you die ♪

♪ And see the opposite from me for awhile ♪

♪ Damn... ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Dylan.

Hey.

Hey!

Everybody's been looking all over for you, man.

What are you doing here?

I just needed a place to crash.

Well, you can't crash here.

Henry will call the cops. Come on.

Hey.

Check this out.

This used to be your cabana?

Yeah.

My parents got divorced when I was about six.

The marks stop; so did everything else.

One last trip down memory lane, huh?

Come on.

So how come you weren't on that plane to Hawaii?

How'd you know about that?

Ah, my mom talked to the lawyer.

Your mom's worried about you.

Yeah. She's the last person I want to see right now.

She's your mom, man. She loves you.

Brandon, your mom was always there when you needed her.

Mine wasn't. She was too busy out finding herself.

Come on, she can't be all that bad.

Oh, man, she's a flake.

Aside from the occasional,

wacked-out, late-night phone call,

I don't have anything to do with her.

And I would like to keep it that way.

Well, sooner or later, you're gonna have to see her, Dylan.

You can't avoid your mom forever.

KYLE: Dylan, man, didn't expect to see you up and around.

Yeah, well, my convalescence was cut short.

Yeah. Hey, we got a game waiting whenever you're ready.

All right, see you later.

All right, man.

Kelly.

What, what do you want?

Kelly, please just...

Forget it, Kyle.

I don't want to forget it, Kelly.

I'm sorry about what happened.

I didn't mean to insult you or hurt you.

Look, I came on too strong, right?

Don't make this any more embarrassing for me

than it already is. Kelly, believe me, it's not you.

I mean, I think you're beautiful.

But I'm not your type.

I don't even know what my type is.

Maybe I'm still thinking about my old girlfriend.

I don't know.

So where does that leave us?

I really like you, Kelly.

I want us to be friends.

All right.

Okay.

Look, I'm getting a game together.

You want to play?

Sure.

Brenda, how many times do I have to tell you?

You put the dinner plates with the dinner plates.

I know how to load a dishwasher.

And then you put the bowls with the bowls.

And that way you get a lot more room,

you can get a lot more in there, you know?

I mean, come on, Brenda,

there's a right way and a wrong way to do things.

And then there's the Walsh way.

Well, it works for me.

I'm not talking about dishes, Dad.

So far, the Walsh way of raising kids

has worked pretty well.

Maybe we're done being raised.

You think so?

You didn't have to throw him out, Dad.

I didn't throw him out.

You might as well have!

I told him, he could stay until he was well.

You did not!

You told him he had to leave in two days.

How do you think that made him feel?

He had to sleep on a beach!

I know you care about him.

I do, Dad.

I have to help him.

Please help me.

(sniffles)

Okay. Okay.

It's gonna be all right.

We'll all take care of him.

We will?

(sighs)

You've just got to understand, Brenda.

One minute, you're my little girl,

and then... all of a sudden, you're taking pregnancy tests.

Things are moving kind of fast for your old man.

Well, maybe I'm not your little girl anymore.

You'll always be my little girl.

Ow! Steve?!

Steve, what is your problem?

Man, what's the deal here?

Hey, this is an "A" game.

If she can't take the heat,

then she shouldn't play. (snaps fingers)

(mocking laugh)

(grunts and groans)

You know what your problem is, Sanders?

You just don't know when to give up.

I suggest you get off me.

STEVE: Mr. Macho.

Right.

You take a cheap first shot,

and you can't even make it with Kelly Taylor.

What kind of a guy are you?

For your information, Steve, I was with Kyle last night.

And he was wonderful...

in every way you can imagine.

David, Donna, come on.

Let's get this show on the road.

DONNA: Okay, we're ready.

Okay. And curtains.

(class laughing)

Oh, Romeo,

Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Deny thy father

and refuse thy name.

Or if thou wilt not,

be but sworn my love,

and I will no longer be a Capulet.

Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

'Tis thy name

that is my enemy.

But what's in a name?

That which we call a rose

by any other name would smell as sweet.

Call me but love,

and I'll be new baptized.

Henceforth,

I never...

oh... oh..

will be Romeo.

CHRIS: Come down.

Uh-huh. Divine,

David, simply divine.

And, Donna,

no Romeo ever looked quite so good in tights.

You went for the easy laugh.

A total cop-out.

(chuckles)

But very funny.

Well, I have to admit,

it was all David's idea, really. Oh.

Well, that's very commendable, David.

But don't quit your day job just yet.

And you're going to do this again,

both of you.

Only next time, uh, do it straight.

(class laughs)

You know, you didn't have to cover for me back there.

Hey, it's cool.

I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell.

Or not kiss and tell.

Kelly, about the other night,

there's something I want to tell you.

Look, you don't owe me any explanations.

It's something I've never told anyone.

What?

Kelly...

I've never slept with a girl before.

So you're a virgin.

It's no big deal.

No, you don't get it.

Look, Kel, I...

I've never slept with a girl before

and I don't know if I want to.

You mean you're gay?

No.

I don't know, Kel.

I just know that I wish I would've

been attracted to you.

My life would be a lot less confusing right now.

Look, um...

I don't want anybody to know about this, all right?

Sure, I understand.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I trust you.

Oh.

So the other night,

you were just kind of testing yourself?

Yeah, I guess so.

That's why I picked the most beautiful girl

on the beach.

So, I mean, it's not like you were

turning me down or anything, right?

That's right.

I can handle that.

Dylan, I just talked to my old man.

He wants me to bring you home.

Forget it. He threw me out.

Well, he must've had a change of heart.

Dude, I know when I'm not wanted, okay.

Dylan, if I don't bring you home with me,

Brenda will never forgive my father.

Ever. Did you say never?

I said never, ever.

I saw Dylan's car parked out front.

Hold on, honey. Your father's talking

to him in the living room.

You're kidding.

Whatever you said, worked.

Is he staying?

Well, I don't know.

Let's just take it one meal at a time.

Sounds like your father

got himself into a lot of trouble.

Yeah.

My dad was always the man with the plan.

Now everything's gone.

Do you have any assets of your own?

My car.

Not much else.

Cash? No.

There must be some provisions

made for your support.

Yeah.

I'm supposed to go to Hawaii and live with my mother.

In October, it'll be three years since I've even seen her.

I'm supposed to just walk in and say, "Hi, Mom."

Well, if it'll make you feel any better,

you're welcome to stay here a little while longer,

till you sort things out.

I appreciate that.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I lost my temper the other day.

For a long time now

I've been the only man in Brenda's life.

It's hard for me to accept her growing up.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Why do you always act like I'm not good enough for her?

Dylan, I haven't been very fair with you.

You have to realize from where I stand,

nobody would have been good enough for Brenda.

You know, they say that, um...

girls always look for guys

who remind them of their fathers.

Let's not get carried away.

Have you talked to your father?

No.

He might be needing you right about now.

I don't know what to say to him.

Just be honest.

DYLAN: A long time ago you made a promise to me.

You said you'd always be there,

that you'd never let me fall.

And along the way, even when things got rough between us,

deep down, I believed you.

Deep down, I don't believe you anymore.

But it doesn't matter, 'cause I still want a father.

And I hope you want to have a son again.

Your loving son, Dylan.

Dylan?

I just want to say good night.

Good night, Bren.

Sleep well.