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(blues song playing)

MAN: Don.

MAN #2: All right, five bucks.

(indistinct chatter)

Taking off already?

Yeah, I got to get home.

Dinner with Mom.

Yeah.

I had a mother once.

Hey, your game's getting pretty solid, McKay.

Well, thanks.

What's the damage?

Let's see.

Uh, three hours, right?

Yup.

That'll be 15 bucks.

(laughing)

You know, McKay,

you're about the last guy would ever struck me

as being a mama's boy.

(laughing)

Hey, you hurry back, McKay,

huh?

We'll be here.

(birds singing, indistinct chatter)

KELLY: Dylan, honesty is the key.

You just have to tell your mom how you feel.

I mean, get it out on the table.

Forget that psychobabble, Kelly.

That only works for deep-seated emotional crises.

Parents are another problem.

No. You tell her whatever she wants to hear,

and then you do what you want.

Parents are oblivious anyway.

It's not like we all come from what you'd call

your normal, stable, family backgrounds.

I mean, look what I've been through with mine--

booze and-and drugs.

Our households aren't exactly Walsh heaven.

Hey, leave our parents out of this.

We should all be so lucky.

I just can't handle the 24-hour live-in mom.

You'll get used to it, pal.

DYLAN: I don't think so.

I'm worried about him.

Come on, Bren. I've seen him go through worse.

Yeah, but he's ditched school all week.

Uh, he's been really moody.

He's always moody.

Besides, moms are supposed to drive you crazy.

Yeah, well,

Iris McKay is certainly doing a good job of that.

Have you met her yet? BRENDA: No.

But I just can't wait.

Three weeks ago when school started

and you enrolled into Intro to Economics,

who thought that some of you would get so rich so quickly?

Go ahead and pass these back, please.

Let's see here.

Steve, biotechs

are doing very nicely.

Kelly, you caught IBM at the bottom. Nice.

David, uh,

you went out on a limb with the entertainment issues,

but I must say, the most

well-rounded portfolio, the one with the highest return,

is yours, Donna.

Me?

SLATER: I had you choose this imaginary portfolio of stocks to show you

how the stock market works, but I must say,

Donna, you have a real knack for this.

Your picks are keeping pace

with some of the best mutual funds in the country.

Well, if anybody can spot a bargain, Donna can.

(laughter)

(school bell ringing)

SLATER: Next time.

STEVE: Guys, guys, guys.

Guys, guys, guys, guys.

Why are we jerking around with make-believe?

What are you talking about?

Let's do it for real. How real?

Come on. We've all got something stashed.

Birthday presents, Christmas... Are you crazy?

Look, my dad lost his shirt in the stock market crash of '87,

and I like my shirt, okay?

Yeah, my mom dated a broker once.

My money stays in the bank.

Guys, no guts, no glory.

Come on, Donna. Show 'em what you're made out of.

Let's take free enterprise for a ride!

I don't know.

Donna, you're great at this.

If we had been playing for real,

we would have made a bundle off your picks.

KELLY: Donna, don't be stupid.

Steve's right.

You heard Mr. Slater.

I'm good at this.

That was fantasy land.

Well, it doesn't have to be.

So, I'm thinking of going blonde again,

or maybe bald.

You know, go for that Sinead look.

What?

You haven't heard a word I've said.

(sighs)

I'm sorry. I just...

I got something else on my mind.

Yeah, your mother.

I don't want to talk about it, Bren.

Well, I do.

Dylan, I can't stand to see you so miserable.

(tires screech)

What is she doing here?

Who?

That's my mother's car.

Here?

(sighs): Yeah.

She's either looking for me,

or she's in there reading your mom's palm.

Well, Bren, it looks like

you finally get to meet the mamacita.

You rub your hands like this,

and truly, you can feel the Earth pulsate.

Wow! (laughs): Really.

(both women laughing)

Hi.

Hi!

Iris, what are you doing here?

I called looking for you, and Cindy invited me over.

Hope you don't mind.

Why should I?

Dylan, aren't you going to introduce us?

Yeah.

Brenda, this is Iris.

Iris,

Brenda.

Hi. Nice to meet you, Brenda.

Actually, I already know a lot about you.

You are strong-willed, loving, and intensely loyal,

aren't you?

Yeah.

That's just about right.

But your astrological chart

didn't reveal how pretty you are.

BRENDA: Thanks.

You know, your mom and I have a lot in common, Dylan.

You do?

Oh, yes.

We're children of the '60s.

Oh, where have all the flower children gone?

Gone to power children.

Yuppies. (laughs)

Yeah.

Life was a lot simpler

when you could still thumb a ride anywhere in the world.

Mom, did you hitchhike?

Well... across campus.

Does Dad know?

Those were the days, huh, Bren?

Too bad we missed out on all the fun.

Listen Brenda, why don't you help me set the table?

Dylan and his mom are staying for dinner.

We are?

(sighs)

$1,331.14.

About to be flushed right down the drain.

It's my money, Kelly.

I can do what I want with it.

I'd like to close my account.

Can I see some ID?

Oh, sure.

One moment, please.

Okay.

Donna, you worked so hard for this money.

Just think of how long it takes for a whole year to go by

before you get to another birthday.

And all the bribes for good grades.

And the baby-sitting money.

Remember how scared you get being home alone

in somebody else's house late at night?

Donna, don't blow it,

and don't let Steve talk you into this, okay?

How do you want it?

Um... in an envelope?

I meant, big bills, small bills?

Oh, whatever you've got.

Seeing on how

she's just planning on throwing it away, anyway.

Why are you trying to ruin this for me?

Somebody has to.

Donna, you're just being stupid.

100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600, 700, 800, 900.

One thousand.

100, 200, 300.

20... 31 dollars and 14 cents.

Thank you.

You might as well just go ahead and give me that 14 cents,

because that's all you're gonna have left when this thing's over.

(scoffs)

IRIS: You can't believe

how L.A. has changed since I left.

I mean, take Melrose.

In 1980,

it was all low-rent auto parts

and hardware stores.

Paved Paradise and put up a parking lot.

Not Hana, though.

That is my little piece of heaven.

CINDY: Oh, Maui sounds so beautiful.

Just tell me when you're ready.

I have a tree house sitting on top of a pineapple mountain.

Right, Dylan?

It's paradise.

So, Iris,

what did you do for

work... in Hawaii?

I sold T-shirts on the beach,

and I-I joined an archaeological expedition,

but mostly, I just mellowed.

Mellowed?

IRIS: It's a great place

to drop your inhibitions, Jim, you know?

Grow a beard, swim naked.

(laughter)

How...

alternative.

Oh, come on, Dad. Let's do it.

Let's just drop out for a while.

CINDY: A couple of weeks in Hawaii

doesn't sound bad to me right now.

It is a magical place.

You should have seen Dylan when he was there.

It even mellowed him out.

It didn't mellow me out.

I was bored out of my gourd.

Cindy, did I tell you what the psychic told me

about my son when he was little?

Oh, please.

Dylan, it's no big deal.

I told you, I don't want to hear it. Excuse me.

Dylan, wait.

Sweetheart, chill out.

I will.

Outside.

Excuse me.

(dog barking)

That woman is driving me up a wall, Bren.

Dylan, I'm sure she's not trying to.

She's probably just trying to be a mom.

Well, I wish she wouldn't try so hard.

Remember a couple of weeks ago

when we went on that camping trip?

You were complaining that... that she didn't care enough.

I mean, which is it, Dylan?

I don't know anymore.

Look, just calm down.

I'm sure she means well.

Well, I can't.

She's here to stay,

and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.

IRIS: Dylan, it's getting late.

(dog barking)

Good little boys have to go to bed early on a school night.

Thank you so much for dinner.

Oh... For everything.

I feel I've found a real friend.

Mm. Me, too.

(laughs)

Good night.

Good night, Brenda.

You are a magical young lady.

Nice meeting you.

I'll call you later.

Bye.

I don't know.

I thought she was a little, uh...

"eccentric" be the right word?

I think the word is "weird."

I don't know, I kind of liked her.

Me, too.

Felt like I'd known her for years.

Mom, it must have been in another life.

Brenda.

No, look, it doesn't matter

what any of us think of Iris anyway.

She's driving Dylan nuts.

IRIS: Dylan, how long have you been seeing Brenda?

Why?

Well, you may not notice it, but...

she has an extremely negative aura.

What?

Nothing like Cindy.

In fact, it's hard to believe

that they are mother and daughter.

Cindy is... ah... so spiritual

and Brenda is, well, such a Scorp.

A Scorpio, you're a Libra.

You are totally wrong for each other.

I don't want to argue, so I'm only gonna say this one time.

Brenda Walsh, my relationship with her

are none of your business.

Do you understand me?

(scoffs)

Well, excuse me.

Where are you going?

It's almost midnight!

Don't wait up.

(blues rock playing)

Hey, McKay. How you doing?

Hey, Bobby Falcone been looking for you, man.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, you must be getting pretty good

if Falcone wants to play you.

Well, you know...

(laughs)

Hey, can I get you something?

Yeah, whatever you got on tap will be fine.

You got it, you got it.

Hey, man, you don't have to flash that fake I.D.

every time you come in here, you know?

Thanks, man. Yeah, no problem.

Hey, you want a shot with that?

Sure, why not?

You got it.

Brandon, uh, give me that headline again.

Uh...

"West Beverly Swimmers Claim Victory."

Subhead: "Beverly Hills Sinks."

Okay, got it.

Great. Slug it in.

Okay.

Brandon, what would I do without you?

You guys, I've got to talk to you.

BRANDON: Brenda, we're about to put

the paper to bed.

Okay, what is it?

Dylan has flipped out.

He ditched school again today.

That's the third time this week.

Where does he go all day?

I don't know. He won't tell me.

He says his mother is driving him crazy.

BRANDON: Brenda,

it's his problem.

(sighs) ANDREA: Brenda, there's probably

nothing we can do but listen, and you're already doing that.

Yeah, I guess.

Is his mom really that bad?

No. Yes.

Oh, come on, Brandon, she's a space case.

So she's a little flaky.

A little?

Do you know what she's doing today?

She took our mother to a mind gym.

A mind gym?

(sitar music playing)

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♪ Well, I roam around town without a care ♪

♪ I'm the king of the jungle... ♪

Hey, Brandon.

Yeah.

What's with Dylan? He doesn't look so good.

BRANDON: I don't know.

NAT: Is it Brenda again?

No, I think it's his mother.

He's got a mother?

Well, not your garden variety average mom,

but yeah, sure, he's got one.

When you skip school three days in a row,

I worry about you.

I was just blowing off some steam.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Where were you?

Around.

I'm fine, Bren.

You don't look fine, Dylan.

BRANDON: Ah...

Here you go, guys.

Dylan, how you doing?

I am fine.

See, he's fine.

What'd I tell you?

Dylan, remember there's a trig test first period tomorrow.

Already?

You know, if you want to study together,

why don't you come over

after dinner tonight, like around 8:00, okay?

And I'll get you through it.

Sure.

Listen, I, I gotta go.

Dylan, wait a second.

What?

Are you sure you're okay?

Bye, Bren.

(laughing)

Good?

I feel like I'm floating.

Now... this is my favorite.

Ginger, garlic, orange.

Thanks. Sounds strong.

Ah, try it.

You get a real rush from the garlic.

Mm... I'll say.

(both laugh)

Natural high.

So... how long before the bliss fades

and I turn back into a mom?

(laughs)

I guarantee it'll last at least through dinner.

Do you come here a lot?

(sighs)

Once, twice a week.

I just get so fried.

Mmm.

Tell me the truth.

Do your kids actually talk to you?

(laughs)

Brenda and Brandon?

Most of the time, I can't shut them up.

Well, Dylan takes after his father,

you know?

Dylan's had a tough time of it lately.

Well, I don't need to tell you.

Maybe you do.

You probably know him better than I do.

No, I didn't mean that.

No, I-I know, I know.

I appreciate your friendship.

You know, from what I remembered

of Beverly Hills,

I expected to be treated like a pariah

for having... walked out on my son.

I'm not judging you, Iris.

I know.

But let me tell you, it's, it's not what you think.

(sighing)

I can't erase the past,

but maybe I can do something about the future.

(pop music playing)

Ah, yes, I think we'll start with the beluga caviar

and a blini, and-- I don't know, Donna,

how does the Chateaubriand sound to you?

Perfect.

Great, and of course, a bottle of your best champagne.

What's with you guys?

We're rich.

DONNA: Uh...

Three days ago, we bought some stock and it went up.

Up?

It went through the roof.

It exploded.

(sighs) Steve, that's just the paper profits.

In order to make some money, we need to sell.

Sell? Sell?

Donna, haven't you ever heard of equity?

Give yourself some credit.

You're a genius, Donna.

She may look like a dumb blonde,

but she's the Wizard

of Wall Street.

(blues rock playing)

Winners.

DYLAN: Mr. Falcone.

Nine ball...

over there.

I just won.

So the prince of Beverly Hills wants to lose some money, huh?

If you say so.

How's $50 a game sound?

It sounds good.

Lag for break?

After you.

What is this? It is so spicy, I can't even eat it.

It's a place that Dylan's mother recommended

in West Hollywood called Pakistani Palace.

It is a little hot.

Oh, Jim, it's not hot. It's invigorating.

Well, I'm beginning to see stars. Mmm.

Could you pass the water, please?

Now Iris has you going off the deep end, doesn't she?

Now, Brenda, there's nothing wrong with trying something new.

You know, if she's such a free spirit,

why can't she lighten up on Dylan?

Because she's his mother.

Whether he likes it or not, he's her responsibility.

From what she's been telling me,

he hasn't made it easy for her either.

Well, maybe not, but she's got Dylan wound up like a spring.

I mean, if she doesn't back off, he's going to snap.

(blues rock playing)

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Guess that's an ace.

Yeah. Pretty good.

Well, that's it for me tonight, rich kid.

Anytime, Falcone. Anytime.

(doorbell rings)

CINDY: Brenda?

It's okay, Mom.

It's just Dylan.

Do you know what time it is?

You were supposed to be here at 8:00.

I'm sorry, Bren. Forgive me.

You've been drinking.

I'm a big boy.

Is this what you meant by blowing off steam?

Oh, lighten up, Bren.

I'm under control.

No, you're not, Dylan.

Look at you.

So, um, where do your parents

keep the liquid?

Are you crazy?

My parents will hear you.

(whispering): I'm sorry.

What, no scotch?

I just want a shot.

Dylan, don't do this.

Brenda,

I already have one woman in my life who thinks she's my mother,

okay?

Dammit, Dylan, if you are going to drink,

get the hell out of my house.

I thought I could count on you.

Thanks for listening.

(knock on door)

Brandon, that was Dylan downstairs.

He was drunk.

(sighs)

Oh, no.

He got into the liquor cabinet.

And I threw him out.

Did I screw up?

No.

He's been clean for so long.

Not exactly.

What do you mean?

It was on the camping trip.

I didn't wanna tell you.

What?

It was just a couple little airline bottles of booze.

I didn't want to make

a big deal of it.

Brandon, it is a big deal.

Dylan's a recovering alcoholic.

Yes, I'm aware of that Brenda, thank you.

It's his mother's fault.

She's driving him crazy.

You think his mother's driving him to drink?

Bren, come on.

Life's a little more complicated than that.

You and I don't go out and get drunk

every time we have a fight with Mom and Dad, do we?

Yeah, well, he was fine until she got here.

Maybe.

But she's not the one pouring booze down his throat.

SLATER: At some point in every investor's experience

comes a moment of truth...

you've made some money on a stock.

Do you sell, or do you hold?

Steve, it's time to unload.

Are you crazy?

We're on a roll.

We tripled our money.

Let's get out...

Donna.

Perhaps you'd like to share this

with the rest of us?

Uh, I don't think so.

Why not? She's a big expert.

Okay.

I, uh, I just don't think that when someone buys stock,

they should get greedy.

You make a profit, you get out.

Steve?

But what if you get out too soon

and miss out on a major jump?

Well, it's like the song says...

"You gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em."

(bell rings) You're out of here.

You're wimping out on me.

I am not.

I'm taking a profit.

An honest profit. Yeah.

It's the way of the game.

Well, Bernie says hold out.

He says the major players are trying

to scare out the little people, like us.

And they're gonna push it through the roof.

You called Bernie?

Yeah, I spoke to Bernie.

And frankly, when Bernie Goldfinger talks,

I listen, Donna. No, what if he's wrong?

Don't be stupid.

Bernie's an expert.

We're not selling.

Morning, all.

Ah, you decided to come to school.

To what do we owe the honor?

Good morning.

I'm sorry about last night.

Dylan, you've been drinking.

Bren, would I come to school drunk?

You smell like a brewery, pal.

I better get you outta here.

Man, hey, I'm fine.

Besides I got a, um, trig test.

Oh, I'm sure you'll ace that one.

Shut up, Kelly.

You know, Dylan, there's one thing worse than a drunk.

And that's a mean drunk.

You know, I suddenly have the urge

to just get the hell outta here.

So why don't you give my regards to trig?

Dylan.

Brandon, you've gotta do something.

KELLY: Look,

it's his problem.

Just don't get sucked in, all right?

I don't care.

Brandon, you can't let him drink.

I'll do what I can.

Brenda, you're making a big mistake.

Dylan is gonna do what he's gonna do.

But I can't stand by and let him do it.

Bren, he's an alcoholic.

I know that, Kelly.

Do you know what that means?

Look, I love him so much.

I can't stand to see him get hurt.

I know it's hard.

But just trust me, you have to let him hit bottom.

What does that mean? Hit bottom?

I mean, that sounds so final.

Brenda, you just have to have some faith.

It wasn't easy watching my mom

degrade herself night after night.

When she was drunk I wanted to kill her,

and when she was sick it tore my heart out.

But I learned that I just had to let her go through it

by herself, because the more I tried to help, the worse it got.

You know why?

Because I was there.

And as long as I was there,

she knew she could keep on drinking,

and I'd be there to pick up the pieces.

Bren, you can love him, but you can't save him.

(engine running)

(engine stops)

I can't let you drive, pal.

I'm fine.

Anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you,

I just don't want to scrape you off a telephone pole today.

It's this thing I got against it, you know.

Anywhere?

Anywhere.

(blues rock playing)

Your friend's pretty good.

He took a lot of money off me yesterday.

Really, how much?

Five hundred.

Dollars?

Don't worry, kid.

I already won it back.

Your shot, man.

Dylan, haven't you had enough of this, man?

We've been here all day.

I can't walk out on this game, Bran.

I'm hot, man, I've never been this hot.

I'm gonna wipe this guy out.

What are you talking about?

You lost 500 bucks already.

That was his money.

Dylan, you're not making sense.

This guy's playing you for a chump, man.

How long you gonna keep this up?

Till I'm numb.

Till I forget where I am

and why I came here in the first place, all right?

IRIS: What do I do?

Should I call the police, hospitals?

He's not at the library,

he's not at that Peach Pit place.

Look, Iris, I know what you're going through.

I mean, I can never get to sleep

until the two of them are safe

in their beds and asleep.

But it's only 10:30.

I know, but...

I think he's drinking, Cindy.

Sometimes he doesn't get in till 2:00,

3:00 in the morning.

Well, now if this has been going on for sometime,

why are you so worried tonight?

Because last night he didn't come home at all.

You know, Brenda said everybody was going to the movies.

He's probably with them.

Well, then why didn't he call?

I don't know how much longer I can take this.

This isn't working, Cindy.

I don't know how to do this.

But you don't have much choice, do you?

I mean, you're his mother.

Oh.

Well, that's easier said than done.

Hi.

Isn't Brandon with you?

Where's Dylan?

I don't know. Oh, my God.

BRENDA: Why? What's wrong?

I am calling the police and the hospitals.

Would somebody first

just please tell me what's going on?

Has Dylan been drinking?

Yes.

But Brandon made sure he didn't drive.

Well, maybe he should have made sure he didn't drink.

Where do you get off criticizing Brandon?

You know, he has been there for Dylan whenever Dylan needed him,

which is a lot more than I can say for you.

CINDY: Brenda.

Sorry, Mom, it is true.

Why else do you think Dylan's falling apart?

CINDY: Brandon is with him?

Yes.

Okay, if he's with Brandon, then he's fine.

Well, that's it, rich kid.

I'm done.

Hey, man, you gotta give me a chance to get even here.

No, I don't gotta do anything.

I said, I'm done, I'm done.

Pay up.

Funny, I don't see you reaching into your pocket.

That's 'cause I don't have it.

FALCONE: You play pool, you carry cash.

I told you when we started I don't take any IOU's.

Well, then I guess you don't get paid.

He'll get it, man. He's good for it.

Brandon, stay out of it.

You want to go for a walk?

Is that what you're saying to me?

(grunting) BRANDON: Come on, man.

Oh.

BRANDON: Come on, man, he's had enough!

That was just to let you know that I'm serious.

It's the next time that I get mean,

so don't mess with me.

Bring cash.

Tomorrow.

Let's go.

Come on, Dylan, you okay, pal?

You all right?

Yeah.

C'mon, let's get out of here.

(grunting) Oh.

Where have you been?

JIM: Brandon, it's a school night.

Do you know what time it is?

Iris, what are you doing here?

I've been worried sick about you.

Oh, please, spare me.

CINDY: Brandon... Sorry.

We just lost track of the time.

You lost track of the time? It's almost 1:00!

Where were you?

Hanging out.

We were at a pool hall. I got in a game,

and it's like Brandon said, we lost track of time.

(gasps)

Oh, my God!

Do you always get a fat lip when you play pool?

I lost some money. How much?

800 dollars.

IRIS: Look, I can't handle this.

You never could handle anything,

could you?

Don't you speak to me like that.

I do not deserve to be spoken to in that way.

Well, how should I speak to you? With respect?

Or like someone who walked out on me

when I was six years old?

I'm sorry. Would you excuse us for a minute?

I need to talk to my son.

Brenda, come on.

Everybody, into the kitchen.

JIM: All right...

are you involved in this?

No, Dad. I was just trying to help him cool out a little bit.

I did the best job I could. Oh, Dylan.

I think the time for feeling sorry for Dylan is over.

I know. How can you say that?

Brenda, the kind of problems that Dylan has

take a long time to build up.

Now we've all been there for him,

but there's only so much that any of us can do.

You're abandoning him.

You said that you would stand by him, that you'd help him.

Brenda, he has a mother now.

Yeah, that's the trouble.

Then he's gonna have to work it out with her.

And Brenda...

until Dylan shows he can get a grip on his life,

I don't want you seeing him.

Do you understand?

Dylan, I admit it, I don't know what do do.

I do not know how to handle you.

I'm not your problem.

You're my responsibility.

Really? Since when?

If you're trying to hurt me...

...you're succeeding.

Tell me why,

why should I all of a sudden start listening to you?

Because I am your mother and I love you.

Oh, please, let's not bring love into this.

Dylan...

Dylan!

Oh, this is ridiculous!

I don't know how to be a mother.

Iris, it's... it's not something

you can figure out in, in just one month.

I've been working at it full time for over 16 years.

When Jack was arrested, I thought to myself,

"Finally I get my son back."

I thought I'll just move right on in.

Oh, God, what a mistake!

Oh, Iris, don't say that.

He needs you whether he realizes it or not.

Cindy, that is a beautiful platitude,

but let's not kid ourselves.

I walked out on my son. Hmm?

Why should I expect him ever to forgive me for that?

Or even want to understand why?

He's right.

I don't deserve to be a part of his life.

Dylan...

(sighs)

My father says I can't see you

until you get your life together.

Yeah, well, he's probably right.

I don't want to lose you, Dylan.

Not this time.

I'll be all right, Bren. I promise.

Hey!

Hey, did you see this?

Did you see this?

What? Well, that wonderful company you picked

for us to invest our life savings in is having a little problem.

Hmm, what's wrong?

STEVE: Well, it says that LA Sharp's

shoe factory in Korea burned to the ground.

We're going to lose everything!

Why did I ever listen to you and your stupid ideas?

Well, maybe you should have listened to me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Because I told you we should have sold.

But no, you had to go and be greedy, Mr. Bigshot.

So say it, I told you so.

I told you so.

Great. 20-20 hindsight.

Well, uh... it's uh...

not exactly hindsight.

What's that mean?

I sold.

You what?

DONNA: Yeah, yesterday.

Right after you called me a stupid wimp, right?

You did not. I did.

And I made a

lot of money and I'm not stupid.

And don't either of you ever call me stupid again.

Thank you.

Well, I think we oughta get her to pick us another stock.

What do you say, Kel?

I'm in.

What time is it?

Noon.

Made you breakfast.

Real food. Thanks.

Dylan, the things you said last night...

I'm sorry.

I was just a little out of it.

But you were right.

I thought I could come here, that...

that I could make up for all those lost years.

I can't.

So, so where does that leave us?

Dylan, I'm here for you, but...

you don't need a full-time mom

any more than I know how to be one.

You've been on your own for a while,

and from what Cindy Walsh tells me,

you take pretty good care of yourself.

Well, that's when you don't have a mother

around to throw a wrench in the works.

Maybe I didn't give you a chance.

But the best thing that I can do for you

is to give you your freedom.

I'm gonna go back to Hawaii.

What?

I know that some people may say

that I'm copping out,

that things got a little rough and I split, but...

The truth is, Dylan,

I wasn't there for you 11 years ago

when you really needed me, so...

I'm not going to pretend

to be here for you now when you don't.

When we split up,

your father offered me a lot of money

to keep out of your life.

If I'd been stronger, I...

I might have fought him harder and longer,

and I might have won.

But... we'll never know...

because I gave up.

I took his money and I disappeared.

But I promised myself that I would never, ever

touch a penny of it.

And I didn't.

So...

...this belongs to you.

That's a lot of money.

Yeah.

It's yours.

I don't want it.

I've asked Jim Walsh to set up a trust.

That way you won't blow it all at once.

Make a good life for yourself, baby.

What about you?

Oh, don't worry about me.

I've got a tree house on a pineapple mountain, remember?

What I do want...

...is for us to start again.

To build a relationship

based on something real.

That way, maybe, sometime,

you won't want to call me Iris.

You'll want to call me Mom.

(doorbell chimes)

Dylan's in the car. We're on our way to the airport.

I just wanted to say good-bye and thanks.

To all of you.

Good luck, Iris.

You...

take care of my son.

We will.

Iris, I'm sorry for what I said to you.

Oh, I understand.

I know it must take a lot of courage to do what you're doing.

He's not an easy guy to love, is he?

No.

But we sure do, don't we?

Yes.

We sure do.

How you doing, pal?

Okay, I guess.

I can't believe she's leaving.

I couldn't put up with her,

but I don't really want to be alone again either.

Yeah. Well, you're not alone.

I'm what they call an emancipated minor.

Listen, when you get back from the airport, give me a call.

There's someplace we got to go.

Yeah, I know.

Falcone.

After that.

Where?

Someplace you took me when I needed a friend.

ALL: God grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know the difference.