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JIM: Look, I can help you manage your finances.

That's what I do, and I do it very well.

But if you keep putting this off,

two things will happen:

you will be flat broke,

and you'll be in a lot of pain.

If you don't take care of it now,

the courts will step in.

And when that happens, all hell will break loose.

And frankly...

I think you have a moral responsibility here as well.

Do you have any idea how really serious this is?

Yeah, I guess I do.

Okay.

Do you know what you have to do, Dylan?

You get on a plane,

you go to Hawaii,

and you make peace with your mother once and for all.

I wish it were that simple.

You don't understand my mother.

Yes.

But I do understand a desperate situation when I see one.

All my life...

she threw money at me and called it love.

I didn't ask for love-- but to ask for money?

But if you don't,

you'll be asking for a lot worse.

Oh! Ready to lose all your money?

What money?

Come on, tomorrow night in the game room

an hour after the club closes.

Steve, I keep telling you, I'm not coming.

I work too hard for my money to waste it playing poker.

Besides, I'm not even that good at it.

That's exactly why I think

you'd be an asset to the game-- you stink.

(laughing) Thanks for the vote of confidence, Steve.

But, you know, you're gonna stink

a lot worse in about a minute.

You know where these towels have been?

They got paddle tennis sweat,

sauna sweat, aerobics sweat,

and, uh, something from the shower room floor--

I'm not even sure what it is.

No! Come on! Come on! No!

Toxic waste coming through!

(screaming) Oh!

Whoa! (grunts)

Hey, does, uh, Seashell Laundry have anything

strong enough to sanitize this guy, huh?

(laughing) Get me out of here, man!

Hi, Dylan. Hi.

Got you some bread at the Beverly Bakery.

Oh, you mustn't feel you have to do something special

for us just 'cause you're staying here.

Oh, I know.

I wanted to.

(doorbell rings)

BRENDA (calling): It's for me! I'll get it!

CINDY: Okay, honey.

You know, I know it's a difficult time

for you and your father.

Well... you guys are making it much easier.

Uh, Dylan...

Yeah?

Could you use some pocket money?

No.

I... No.

I mean, thank you, but I-I'm fine, really.

(forced laugh)

Of course you are.

(clears throat)

Hi.

Where's Kelly?

Oh, she decided to go to Newport Beach with her mom, after all.

Okay. Did we decide on a movie?

Well, I thought we could figure that out in Westwood.

Donna, I hate that.

We end up standing on a corner arguing, and we miss the movie.

Well, we can argue here, if you want.

Um, is Dylan coming?

You know, as you may recall,

Brenda Walsh and Dylan McKay broke up and...

Well, it doesn't have to be a date.

You know, it could be more of a group type of thing.

Or I could be Dylan's date.

I mean, if it would make things easier.

Okay, fine.

Dylan!

Do you want to go to the movies?

No, I... thanks.

I'll just stay here.

Oh, come on, it's our treat.

(quietly): Dylan McKay, charity case.

What?

Nothing. I just...

I'd rather, you know, hang around here,

maybe do some reading.

What's going on with him?

You know what, Donna, I don't know,

and I don't want to think about it.

Let's just go, okay?

(whispering outside)

(quietly): Yes! Brandon! Shh! Shh!

I knew you'd come through.

You're all right.

Do you remember my cousin Paul from Beverly High?

How you doing, Paul?

This is Danny Waterman.

He graduated West Beverly two years ago.

He invited me to my first poker game here.

How's it going? How you doing?

You ready to lose a little money?

You told him, too?

Why don't I just give you my wallet now,

save everybody a lot of time? Shh.

Uh, hi. I'm-I'm David Silver.

You already know me. Yeah. How's it going?

Sorry about that, David. It's his first game, too.

Obviously.

Yeah! I feel lucky.

Okay, boys, let's play some cards.

DAVID: Oh, wow. I've never been here at night.

This is great!

BRANDON: Would you guys keep it down!

STEVE: Brandon, there's no one else here.

It's okay, trust me.

I just feel like the walls have ears or something, you know?

DANNY: Brandon, don't be such a squeef, huh?

Kids have been doing this for years.

Yeah, but I haven't been letting them in.

This is a great monitor.

STEVE: Personally, I like the rear-projection ones.

We've got this 50-inch TV at home, it's incredible.

But this has, like, twice the brightness.

(clears throat) Hello, are we gonna play cards

or just chit-chat, girls. Let's go!

Come on.

DAVID: This is a great stereo.

I can't believe you guys don't crank this up!

David, just leave it alone, okay? Just one song.

Please, please, please, please.

Yeah, fine, but quietly, all right?

Brandon, come on,

we're here to have some fun.

Yeah, right. Fun.

All right, let's go.

How much down? Five.

David, come on.

STEVE: Come to papa.

Baby needs a new pair of shoes.

(laughs)

(snickering)

STEVE: Sorry.

Whew.

Silver, what are you doing?

Uh, I'm-I'm working on my poker face.

Uh-huh.

I raise you this.

I fold.

Outstanding!

All right! I knew you'd have fun.

What'd I tell you?

You told me I stink.

(wry laugh) He told me that, too.

You told David he stinks?

Uh, nah, he told me that you stink.

(laughing)

You're a great pal.

(screams) Come on.

You guys should've been here two, three years ago.

Why?

Well, first of all, this wasn't just a poker game.

This was the traditional Ross Wienerblatt All Night Poker Club

and Chamber Music Society.

Who the hell's Ross Wienerblatt?

Well, that's part of the mystery.

Nobody knows.

But he had chamber music?

No, no, he didn't have chamber music.

That was just the name of the game.

Nobody really knows where it came from for sure.

But it's been going on for 20 years or so.

Once or twice every summer.

And always at night.

You see, the thing was,

we'd dress like high rollers,

you know, like we were from Vegas.

'Cause you got to show

that you have respect for the game of poker.

We'd have these big cigars

and Frank Sinatra music playing-- the whole package.

But the best thing, the best thing about it

was that we'd have these girls, these gorgeous chicks,

that would just sit next to us,

for luck.

Wow. Cool.

DAVID: Fresh.

Course, the main thing was,

we'd play for real stakes, not this penny-ante stuff.

Well, guys, I got to book.

But if you ever want to play for real change,

give me a holler, huh?

Hang loose.

Uh, you hang loose, too.

Penny-ante?

Oh, sorry, man.

I was trying not to wake you up. No, I was up.

What, laying in the dark with your eyes closed?

I was thinking.

What about?

Hawaii.

Hawaii.

Sounds nice.

Yeah.

So what'd you do tonight?

I was playing cards down at the club.

Should've been there, man. It was a good time.

You guys play for big money?

Well, the stakes weren't really...

Ah, man, there's no thrill

if you don't stand to lose all your money.

Gambling is like bungee jumping.

You jump, and you're pretty sure you're gonna bounce back,

but... would anybody really do it

if there wasn't that tiniest little possibility

that the cord will snap?

What, do you have a death wish?

No way, man.

You won't catch me jumping off of any bridges.

You just like a little excitement in your games, right?

Yes, I do.

Which is why I don't gamble.

It's just another physical addiction.

A real gambler, he isn't in it to win or even to lose.

It's when the cards are being dealt

or the dice is rolling, or the roulette wheel is spinning.

That's when your body releases a chemical

that's more powerful than booze--

adrenaline.

What a tremendous rush.

So are you a real gambler?

I don't know.

But, with my past, why risk it?

Enough said, buddy.

Good night.

Night.

Thanks, Dylan.

Walsh...

Hey, morning, Henry.

Yeah, morning.

Uh, listen, when you left last night,

did you notice anyone around?

Who would I have noticed?

Then they must've come in after you left.

They who?

Ah, some of the members' kids.

I mean, most of 'em are nice

but, every year, we get a few spoiled brats

who sneak in here and play cards

in the middle of the night.

How do you know?

I found some poker chips

on the floor of the game room table,

and some of those cheese thingamadoozies

squished into the carpet.

Well, it sounds pretty harmless.

Well, if somebody falls, gets hurt

in the middle of the night, sneaking around here,

it's gonna be on my shoulders.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's not your fault.

Listen, I'll tell you what.

You probably know some of these kids,

so if you hear anything, let me know, okay?

I won't say where I heard it.

Sure, no problem.

You know it just bugs me when rich kids

think they own the world.

DYLAN: What can I get for these?

I suppose all this stuff is yours?

Yeah.

You got any receipts?

It's mostly gifts.

Gifts, huh?

Yeah.

I bought the guitar myself.

I suppose you're gonna tell me it's worth more than it is, right?

I love this guitar; I learned to play

on this guitar. I can't use this.

What can you use?

Electronics...

VCRs...

TVs, stereos.

$275 for the lot, take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

(grunts quietly)

Mm, you probably want to keep this.

Picture of the girlfriend, huh?

Actually, it's my mother.

Taken a long time ago, when she was younger.

It's mostly how I remember her.

Oh.

Sorry.

She's not dead.

She just lives in Hawaii.

Well, uh...

she looks real nice.

Yeah.

I'll, uh, I'll go get the papers and your money.

You have 90 days to redeem your items.

(people shouting, talking)

Now, observe the shadow of the antenna

and orient the blanket exactly parallel to it.

That's to give us the most even exposure to the sun.

Yeah, but if we turn it this way,

we can now watch the boys play volleyball.

Donna, please.

Who wants to spend their whole day watching guys in shorts?

(both laugh)

Wienerblatt-- tonight, midnight-- pass it on.

Hey, hey, what's going on?

Sanders, you promised me we wouldn't get into trouble for last night.

Now Henry found out about the poker game.

He knows it was us? No, he doesn't know it was us, but...

Well, then don't worry about it, Brandon, just chill out.

Come on, Henry works for us.

No, Henry works for you

and I work for him. And you're my friend,

and I've been here a lot longer than you have,

and I say we do it right.

An all night, old-fashioned, Ross Weinerblatt

Poker Club. No.

High stakes-- it could mean some car cash.

No.

Cigars? No.

Babes.

Which babes?

Oh, God, what am I saying? No!

Brandon, come on, it's gonna happen whether you come or not,

so you may as well come.

What, and lose my job?

All right, you can make sure we cover our tracks.

No, no, Steve, you don't understand.

Henry takes his job very seriously,

and I don't like the idea of walking all over him.

You won't have to!

I will let everybody in; it won't be your responsibility!

(groans)

Come on, Brandon.

Come on, Brandon...

All right, I knew you'd come through.

I'll think about it.

(alarm rings) ♪ It's a clarified world... ♪

Okay, it's time to turn over.

♪ ...cars and money ♪

♪ It's a clarified girl

♪ Who thinks that it's all fine... ♪

Sunscreen?

Okay.

Oh, what protection factor?

Uh, 15. Here...

you wanna use... 25.

It's peak tanning hours.

Trust me-- I'm your friend.

Thank you.

Ah, here-- wanna take this quiz?

"Should You Live With Your Lover?"

No, thanks.

Bren? Yeah?

Um, what's it like having Dylan

living with you in your house?

I said I didn't want to take the quiz.

Well, you two are lovers. Not.

But, still, I mean...

having him there every day, watching him

across the breakfast table. Oh, please.

Passing him in the hallway...

surprising him in the shower...

Donna!

Oh, by accident, of course.

Look, if you really want to know the truth,

it's gotten to the point where Dylan and I

barely even talk to each other.

Are you kidding?

He's gotten so moody.

I mean, all he does is sit in his room all day.

He barely says a word to me or Brandon.

This is really hard to talk about.

It's okay.

I guess, deep down inside, I... I still love him.

And it hurts not to be able to help him.

It's like Dylan's father isn't the only one that's in jail.

Well, I think I'm done with the sun.

You want a milk shake? It's on me.

No, thanks.

I still have six and a half minutes left.

Okay.

Hi, sweetheart. Ow!

I'm sorry.

I got more sun than I expected.

Honey, you are burnt to a crisp.

I know.

I fell asleep.

I mean, it's not fair!

Just because I take a nap,

now I can't go to this party with Donna.

She's getting dressed up right now, and I'm here fried.

Don't worry, Mama has an old family remedy

to take the sting out.

It's not that disgusting pink goop, is it?

Just come upstairs, you'll see.

Wow, Bren, you really got a lot of color.

Very observant, Dylan.

I meant that as a compliment.

Or so he thought.

Anything interesting happen in the world today?

(sighing): I don't know.

Did you get in touch with your mother yet?

I will.

'Cause if you want to use the phone, go ahead.

Just dial direct.

Dylan...

I can't keep having the same conversation with you.

I'm sorry.

I know that you're just trying to help me out,

and I'll take care of it.

What do you need a tie for?

Hey, we're doing that poker thing again.

Thanks for the invite.

What? I thought you had a problem with gambling.

I mean, we're not gonna be playing for nickels,

dimes and quarters tonight.

The adrenaline's really gonna be pumpin'.

You Walsh people, always looking out for my best interests.

Look, if you wanna come, come.

Nah, that's all right.

I'll just stay here and read.

Fine.

(door handle rattling)

Meow.

Meow.

Ready?

(Steve singing cha-cha melody)

MALE VOCALIST: ♪ Play me something from the '30s ♪

♪ Put your hair up that special way... ♪

Blue, blue.

I want to see the blue.

She's gonna see it.

Come on, let's get it going, guys.

I'll see the blue and I'll raise...

Okay, dealer's in.

Blue and red.

Let's see 'em, boys.

'Cause I think you're all gonna be weepin' when you read 'em.

Let's go, read 'em and weep, ladies.

DONNA: Check it out.

What do you got? You got nothin'!

I got, I got a king, queen... You got nothin'!

You got nothin'!

(all talking at once)

Paul's the winner, he's got a three-ace hand going.

DONNA: Wait a minute!

(chips rattling)

Look out...

I thought you said there was gonna be some babes here.

(both clear throat)

BRANDON: No, don't get me wrong, Brenda, Donna.

You're great babes,

really great babes,

but Brenda's my sister and I already know Donna.

I mean, I thought you meant, you know,

some new babes, some fresh babes.

These are fresh babes.

Well, I'm enjoying myself.

This is all very sophisticated.

Yes, and the cigar definitely adds a graceful touch.

Yes.

(inhales deeply)

(wheezing softly)

(coughing)

MALE VOCALIST: ♪ Make me a cocktail and a cigar... ♪

Big Dave, are you gonna light that thing or what?

(scoffs)

What, are you kidding? It could stunt my growth.

Too late.

(girls laughing)

(Steve laughing)

Well, I've had enough of these things.

So, let's get down to business, huh?

STEVE: How 'bout it? Why don't we play Anaconda?

I'm the dealer and we're not gonna play Anaconda,

because Anaconda is heinous.

Okay. (laughing)

DYLAN: Deal me in.

Dylan, you sure?

I said...

...deal me in.

I'm in.

Me, too.

Limit's 50 bucks, right?

That's right.

I'll call.

And I'll raise you $50.

Fold-age.

I'm out.

Me, too.

Forget me.

David?

How much for me to stay in?

75 big ones.

Okay.

David, don't be a yutz.

Come on, Dylan hasn't bluffed all night.

(whispers): Your cards aren't that good.

I'm winning.

It's okay.

What you got?

I don't show mine.

Well, excuse us.

Do you see what

I'm talking about? Mm-hmm.

So, Dylan, how many cards?

I stand.

Big Dave?

DAVID: Uh...

two.

No, no, no, no, no, no-- three.

David, just... Three. Three.

Two or three? Three.

Make it $50.

I raise $50.

(chips clattering)

B, you spot me $50?

Sorry, buddy, I'm wiped.

Steve, my credit good with you?

Yeah, sure.

Pot stands at $400.

Wow.

So what you got?

One ace.

And-and four twos.

Damn it.

Full boat, and I take a dive.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it has been real.

Dylan, you gonna be all right, man?

You okay?

Yeah, man, I'm-I'm all right.

I just got to unwind a little bit.

I'm gonna go upstairs and take a sauna.

Go back, you play.

I'll just let myself out later,

maybe take a drive up the coast.

Listen, I'm-I'm really sorry.

I tried not to get you involved in all this.

Look, man, I don't need the Walsh family

watching out for me, all right?

I can take care of myself.

(door opens, closes)

Shall I deal?

This game is way over my head.

I'm done.

Me, too.

Bran?

This is starting to get a little weird.

I say, we just, uh, cash out and go home, huh?

Okay.

You don't know her, Steve.

She's a Laker Girl.

I've seen her on TV.

That doesn't count.

I've got a projection TV, Brandon.

I know her a lot better than you might think. You dawg!

(laughing) Hey, Sanders.

I want to ask you a question.

Shoot.

Did you have a poker game here last night?

Of course not.

HENRY: Are you sure?

STEVE: Well, absolutely.

I-I was with Brandon all last night, right?

Yeah, right.

STEVE: Why? What's wrong?

What's wrong?

I'll show you what's wrong.

Remember the TV

and the stereo equipment

and everything else?

This club had a major burglary last night.

(indistinct police radio communications)

Here's the list of our items that were taken,

as best I can figure.

"VCRs, TV, sound system, office equipment."

And I'll bet it's all been fenced by now.

This stuff moves fast.

Do you have any idea who did it?

Well, there was no forced entry,

so it was probably someone with keys or some access.

Someone who knew their way

around this place pretty well. MAN: Excuse me, Detective Peña.

Who knew right where to go and what to go for.

Come with me, I'll show you where to dust for prints.

It's an inside job, Henry.

Should make it a little easier to figure out.

Not gonna make it easier on me.

What do you mean?

Cuts down on the suspects.

I just wish it was somebody from the outside.

Why?

Eh, it doesn't matter.

It's not like they're gonna blame you.

Sooner or later, they're gonna find out

that I've got an old police record.

You do?

Yeah, I was a little older than you.

And, uh...

out cruising with my buddies.

Anyway, I fell asleep in the backseat of their car,

and my friends get this brilliant idea

to rip off a house in Culver City.

Make a long story short, I wake up and I'm being charged

with breaking and entering, same as the others.

That's not fair...

That doesn't matter. It happened.

And it's gonna come up again.

I just wanted you to hear it from me first.

Mr. Thomas.

Would you come with me?

We'd like to have a word with you, privately.

Sure.

Excuse me.

♪ Dum. ♪

What are you smiling about, laughing boy?

Come on, this is weird.

Weird?

Do you have any idea what you did?

Hey, I had nothing to do with this robbery.

This is funny.

I'm not even talking about this!

Man, you got me to lie to Henry.

Oh, come on, it was a little white lie.

Maybe it is to you,

but not to me and not to Henry.

I'm gonna go straighten this thing out.

Hey, Brandon, you'll get fired.

You don't care about my job, man.

And you don't care about Henry.

All you care about is Steve Sanders.

Don't blow this, Brandon.

You're telling me your employers

didn't even know about your history?

All that had been taken care of.

There was no reason to talk about it.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Young man,

I'm afraid I'm going to have to...

I know more than I let on about last night.

Oh?

(indistinct police radio communication)

DANNY: Really, Detective, I didn't think there'd be any problem.

I've been going to these games for years.

There's never been any trouble.

PEÑA: These games were always at night?

11:00, 12:00, 1:00, yeah.

After the club was closed.

Well, yeah. That's kind of the point.

And always without permission.

Our parents are all members, so we really didn't think...

So you're telling me that you

have a history of trespassing

at the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

Once, when I was seven, I took gum from a supermarket,

but my mother made me bring it back.

That's all I remember.

PEÑA: You've been very helpful.

Really?

Thanks.

Do you know who my mom is?

PEÑA: No, I don't.

So you let the others into the club

after it was closed for the night?

Yeah, but then I made sure the door locked behind them

when they came in and then after we all left.

How did you do that?

Well, the door kind of clicked.

It "kind of clicked"?

Bingo!

Now can I leave? No.

PEÑA: So, I understand you won big last night.

Who, me?

I, uh...

I had a cigar.

I threw up.

So Dylan McKay didn't leave the club with the rest of you?

No, I-I guess he left later.

Did he say why he was staying, Brandon?

I don't know.

Maybe he was a little depressed.

Depressed-- why?

Well, he lost a lot of money in the game.

And his family's in financial trouble.

I guess you know, his father's Jack McKay.

He's in jail.

What about his mother?

She lives in Hawaii.

He hasn't seen her in a long time, though--

about ten years.

But, listen, even if Dylan was in

financial trouble, he wouldn't steal anything.

It's not like him.

You know him well?

Yeah.

I mean, as well as anyone can.

Well, okay, Brandon, thanks.

You've been very helpful.

Oh, no problem.

So do you think you'll catch whoever did it?

We're keeping up an active investigation.

Be sure to let your friend McKay know

we'd like to have a word with him.

Hey, Dylan.

When'd you get back?

Just now.

Hey, no offense, man, but, uh, you look pretty beat.

Yeah, well, last night, I slept in my car

at the Ventura County line.

Had a lot of thinking to do, you know?

Hey, did you hear the club got ripped off?

No kidding.

Yeah, last night, after the poker game.

Someone broke in, stole a bunch of equipment.

Hauled us all down to the police station today for questioning.

(sighs)

Uh, they want to talk to you, too, since you were there.

Okay.

I guess I'll get around to it.

Is the shower free?

Yeah, it's all yours.

(door closes)

(shower running)

I thought I heard you in the shower.

I was going to go use Mom's bathroom.

No, it was Dylan.

Oh, he's back?

Yeah, I just wish he'd keep all his stuff

on his own side of the room.

Well, how do you like that? Dylan's going to Hawaii.

No, he's not. He told me he won't go see his mother.

Well, looks like he changed his mind.

Would have been nice if he would have told us, huh?

Well, he didn't change his mind

till this morning, you see?

Ticket was made up today.

He bought it today, but...

he lost all his money in the game last night.

Well, maybe he charged it.

No, he doesn't have any credit cards anymore.

He got the money somewhere, okay?

Just leave him alone. Oh, no, no, wait a minute.

The club gets ripped off last night,

now, all of a sudden, Dylan has money

and is blowing town in... two days?

Brandon, I can't believe you're saying this.

He's not blowing town.

I mean, where do you get off having this attitude?

You know, admittedly,

Dylan may be getting on both of our nerves,

but he's not a thief, he is our friend.

(doorbell ringing)

Hello.

Hi, I'm Detective Peña.

I spoke with your children earlier today.

Oh, so I understand. How can I help you?

Is Dylan McKay here?

Yes. Is that his Porsche?

The one in the driveway?

The one with the VCR,

amplifier and fax machine packed in behind the seats,

sticking out from under a blanket.

Well, I... I don't know.

I'm here to ask Dylan McKay

to come downtown for questioning.

CINDY: I just feel so bad for Dylan.

I mean, first this thing with his father

and then to be hauled off by the police,

like a criminal.

He said the stuff in his car was his, not the club's.

Why can't anyone believe him?

I'd like to believe him, Brenda.

He's my friend.

I just wish it made sense

that he happened to be driving around

right after the robbery with his VCR,

his amp, and his fax machine hidden in his car.

It wasn't hidden.

It was under a blanket.

Well, maybe that's so it wouldn't get stolen.

Brenda...

Hey, don't look at me.

I said Dylan was innocent all along.

Is Detective Peña still in with the McKay boy?

Yes.

Like father, like son.

What makes you say that?

Excuse me?

Has he been formally charged with anything?

No.

Then why are you condemning him for what his father did...

or might have done.

Jim, please.

DETECTIVE: What, are you his lawyer?

No, just somebody who's gotten to know him a little bit.

Yeah, well...

nice talkin' to ya.

Well...

what about your father?

Way to go, Dad.

We'll be in touch.

Hey. You guys all waited for me.

Thanks. How you doing?

DYLAN: All right.

JIM: So how'd it go?

All right.

(shower running)

You done yet?

DYLAN: What?

I said, "Are you done yet?"

There's a water shortage, you know.

(shower stops) Yeah, just give me a second.

Oh, don't use all my shampoo, either!

Oh, forgot. You already did that.

What the hell is your problem?

And don't say shampoo.

Oh, the shampoo is just for starters.

Look, Brandon...

you guys have been real nice

about helping me out and everything.

And I don't want to seem,

you know, ungrateful, but I gotta know.

What is wrong with you? What did I do?

That's between you and the police, isn't it?

Wait, wait a minute...

No, don't worry. I'll never tell. Tell what?

Oh, I don't know, about the pawn tickets I found in my trash can.

If you would've been real smart, you wouldn't have hid them there.

I could've told the police about that

and really put you behind bars.

Behind bars for what, hawking my own stuff?

Yeah, right. I know what you have, Dylan.

It's strewn all over my room!

Oh, Brandon, listen to me for a minute, will you?

That was my stuff, I just wasn't keeping it here.

Do you know what it's like, man,

to go to your family's storage locker, day after day

and just pick up one more thing

that you can sell off to stay afloat?

I mean, one day, it's my skis,

the next day, my guitar.

And then the watch that my grandfather gave me.

It's like selling off your life,

piece by piece.

Everything you remember is gone.

Why do you think that stuff was in my car?

What about your ticket to Hawaii?

I'm finally gonna see my mother.

Your mother, the flake,

who you don't even want to talk to?

Didn't.

And how could you afford a ticket

after you lost big in poker?

I called her.

Spoke with her and she paid for it.

I picked it up at the airport.

Why didn't you tell me?

I couldn't.

You couldn't?

I'm not the kind of guy

that runs home to Mom.

Hey, little lady, can I buy you a snack?

Please.

Bren, haven't you had enough of the sun?

Who, me?

(chuckles)

Oh, I just laugh at the sun.

Is now a good time?

Give me a few seconds.

(TV clicks off)

Walsh.

Do I still work here?

You know, I could be royally ticked you lied to me,

or I could be glad

that you told the detective the truth.

I don't know.

I think maybe I'll be both for a while.

So that means...?

Yeah. Stick around.

Why not?

Thank you, Henry.

I mean, Walsh...

somewhere inside there,

there's a pretty decent kid.

Maybe we can pry him out by the end of the summer, huh?

Hey, Walsh-- good news.

You know the Los Angeles Beach Club, up the road?

They got hit last night-- the exact same kind of robbery.

That's great news, Henry.

Oh, no, no.

This time they caught the guys in the act.

And you know who it was? You're not gonna believe this.

Who?

It was the Seashell Laundry Service.

The same one we use?

The same one all the clubs use.

Or maybe I should say "used."

Hey, Henry, this doesn't mean I'm gonna have to take

all the towels to the laundry myself now, does it?

We'll see, Walsh.

We'll see.

I gotta go call Dylan.

I already did.

I came to say good-bye.

(groans) Oh, does that hurt?

No, it's much better now.

Yeah. Listen, um...

it was really great how you stuck by me

during all this.

It was easy. I believed you.

Yeah, I wish it was that easy for me.

I didn't always believe in myself.

I was beginning to think there was more of my father

inside me than I had originally thought.

Yeah, well, I think

Brandon was maybe beginning to wonder the same thing.

Well, it would make sense to him.

I mean, he's a lot like his father.

I like that about your brother.

Anyway, Brenda,

I want you to promise me that while I'm gone,

you have a good time, okay?

Yeah, right.

You, too.

Oh, I'm beginning to think I will.

I mean, if I can stand it here with you guys,

I figure me and Mom

got a good shot at working it out.

Oh, very funny.

Just one request. What?

For God's sakes, woman,

stay out of the sun.

You wanna check my luggage,

see if there's any of your stuff in there?

Listen, man, I'm sorry I put you through all that.

I should've had more faith in you.

Yeah, well, I needed a kick in the butt

to get me going on this little adventure anyway.

Besides, we're past that, aren't we?

I don't know, are we?

Yeah, we are.

Cool.

Oh, hey, listen,

before I forget. Oh, man.

I got you a little going away present.

You didn't have to do that. Oh, I did, I did.

It's not the swankiest present in the world,

it's just a bottle of shampoo,

but I know you use the stuff and...

Wh-- you know... it-it's funny,

because I got you something, too.

A replacement.

(snickers)