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EMILY: All right.

Ready?

Ta da.

So what's the big surprise?

A whole shelf.

It's all for you.

Well, I'm touched.

Well, you said you needed more room

and I kinda like the idea of your books in my locker.

Well, I kinda like the idea of my books in your locker, too.

But, uh, moving in together

that's an awfully big step, isn't it?

I mean, uh, what would your parents think?

Well, they think I'm nuts anyway.

(sighs) Wow, what a week.

Thank God it's Friday.

Uh, so what's going on this weekend?

Mm, nothing.

Wanna go see a movie?

No, anything that's worth seeing I've already seen.

Mm, how about miniature golf?

Donna, you been hanging out with David just a little too long.

You know, I thought that once I got my license

the whole world would be at my disposal.

I think that's after you turn 21.

Well, if it isn't the happy couple.

Hey, ladies. KELLY: What are you guys

up to this weekend?

Something disgustingly romantic?

We have no plans.

Actually, I made plans.

But you guys can join us.

If you're up to it.

Well, what did you have in mind?

This.

I don't get it. An egg?

Let me see this.

EMILY: It's this incredibly hip

underground club.

It changes its location every week.

Sounds fun, if you're over 21.

EMILY: You don't have to be.

There's no age limit.

The music is great, people are cool.

EMILY: Anything goes.

Cool.

It is, I used to go to these things all the time

in San Francisco.

There's nothing like it.

So, where did you get that thing?

Some guy was giving them out on Melrose.

But this isn't the address of the club.

This is the address of where you go to exchange an egg.

Exchange an egg?

You'll see.

So, Brandon, are you gonna go?

Sure, why not?

Sounds like an experience.

Just so long as I don't have to dance.

So are you in?

Uh, sure.

I, um... Definitely, we're in.

Hey, Andrea, you gotta come

with us tonight. We're gonna delve deep

into the seedy underbelly of the L.A. underground

club scene.

What, is this some article you're writing behind my back?

No, actually we were gonna go just for fun.

Oh, well, I... I don't think so.

C'mon, Andrea, you remember fun...

or is it such a foreign concept these days?

Hey!

What's all this

"underground club" business that's been goin'

down without me?

Steve, aren't you supposed to be in class?

Not until I find out what's going on tonight.

Well, be at the Peach Pit at 10:30.

And then, we are going to go and exchange this...

I don't get it.

We're supposed to exchange an egg

at a convenience store downtown, at which point

they will then clue us in to the actual club location.

What's the big secret?

Cops love to bust any place kids want to

go and have a good time.

Not unless

there's something illegal going on.

Well, I hear those places are a raging babe fest.

And if, well, if that's illegal

then I'm Public Enemy #1. (chuckles)

So Andrea,

what about it, you in?

I... don't know.

No.

I'd understand if you're scared.

Actually, it would be a terrific piece for the Blaze.

But, uh...

Andrea, be my date.

And what about the "raging babe fest"?

Well, this way they'll think I'm taken

and they'll want me more. (laughs)

Well, if you guys aren't going to write about it...

I will.

All right, then it's settled.

What are you guys gonna tell your mom about tonight?

I mean this thing doesn't get started

until pretty late, you know. Oh, well,

Brenda's mom doesn't worry about her

because she knows she's with me.

Ha!

I don't know.

I guess we're gonna have to make up something.

What are you gonna tell your mom?

The truth.

My mom's got this thing with lying lately.

So as long as I'm straight with her,

she let's me do anything I want.

Wow, Bren, maybe your mom should have a talk

with Kelly's mom, what do you think?

It won't work.

Trust me. No.

(Brandon sighs)

We'll just tell them that, uh,

we're gonna be out late studying.

On a Friday night, dressed like this?

Okay, we'll be half honest

and tell them we're going to a party.

Well, that does have a kernel of truth to it.

But what if they ask whose party?

We'll make up a name.

Bran, I hate lying to them.

Okay, fine, we'll keep it simple, then.

We'll tell 'em we're going out to get a bite to eat

and going out to see a movie.

What movie?

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.

There's a midnight show every Friday night in Westwood.

Oh, that could work.

I hope you're not planning on breathing tonight.

Yeah, these are definitely "inhale only."

So, where you off to anyway?

Uh, just going out with everybody,

Brenda, Brandon, Donna, Steve, Dylan, Emily.

Well, I know. But where?

Uh, honestly?

We're going to an underground club

that Emily knows about.

Wait a second.

I just saw an exposé of those clubs on the news.

You did?

Yeah, they're illegal

and they're in horrible neighborhoods.

Really?

I'll let you know.

Oh, no,

you won't.

I can't let you go.

I can't believe this.

I tell you the truth and you totally turn it against me.

Kelly, I appreciate your honesty.

But just because you tell the truth

doesn't mean you can go off and do whatever you want.

You know, there used to be a time when you were

in such a fog that I could do whatever I wanted

and you wouldn't know the difference.

Ah... the good old days.

Mother, I'm gonna be the only one who's not going!

Well, then you're probably the only one who told the truth.

Sorry.

(pouts)

WOMAN (on TV): This is the most ghoulish conversation...

We're going out.

Have fun.

We're just gonna grab a...

Shhh.

We might be home a little late.

(indistinct voices over TV)

Uh, would it be all right if we're a little late for curfew?

Why? What's going on?

Oh, this thing.

Thing, yeah.

JIM: All right.

1:00 a.m.. No later.

1:30, Dad?

All right, 1:30.

2:00?

Don't push it, sweetie.

You guys'll be together?

Absolutely. Definitely.

All right, 1:30.

JIM: Have fun.

CINDY: Drive safely.

Well, this is history in the making.

My daughter is actually studying on a Friday night.

It's not like I have any choice.

Good night, sweetheart.

I'm going to Mel's, but I won't be home too late.

Well, at least one of us has a life.

Kelly.

I'm must kidding.

Tell Mel I said hi.

I will. Good.

(overlapping chatter)

Brandon...

Are you sure you want to do this?

Yeah, I'm sure.

But if you're feeling any doubts, don't come.

No, it's just that I feel like we're all here

because Emily said so.

You really don't like her, do you?

Brandon, she's your girlfriend.

That's all that matters.

Brenda.

Brandon. Hi.

Hey.

Nat. Ah, something up here?

This isn't the, uh, Peach Pit attire.

Yeah, we're heading out to this... place.

Yeah?

Well, have fun at that "place".

And you take care

of my pal, don't let him get in any trouble.

He's got the early shift tomorrow.

Hmm?

Everybody ready?

Yeah. Where's Steve and Andrea?

They haven't shown up yet.

I bet they bailed.

Yeah, I bet they're stuck in traffic somewhere.

Well, guys, if we don't exchange that egg by midnight,

we might not get in at all.

Exchange an egg, that's cool.

That's very cool.

DAVID: I like that.

What? It's very cool.

DYLAN: You look like Johnny Cash.

Donna, why does David have to go with us everywhere we go?

Kelly, get used to it.

KELLY: This is it?

Hi. Hi.

I'd like to exchange an egg.

Ten dollars, please.

Ten dollars?

Shhh.

Yes!

Anything else, please?

I'll have some gum.

Water.

Popcorn.

Uh, bottle of whiskey.

David.

MAN: That's $16, please.

I got it.

(house music playing)

This is it?

This is the place?

(sighs)

Guys, can you believe he sold this to me?

He didn't even check my I D.

KELLY: Would you shut up already, David?

Trust me, nobody even remotely cares.

Well guys, we're here.

KELLY: It looks kind of creepy.

DONNA: Plus, there's not even a bouncer.

Well, they figure if you're crazy enough to find the place,

they'll just let you in.

You know, I don't think that we're too late

to still go see a movie.

Oh, we're way past popcorn

and gummy bears now, guys.

I'm in there!

Uh, Bren, listen,

there's something Emily didn't tell you about this club.

What?

Well, I mean, people do come for the music

and the dancing and all that,

but some of them just come for the drugs.

Dylan, are you gonna be okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I mean just because they're in there

doesn't mean we have to do 'em, all right?

Right.

C'mon, let's have fun.

♪ I wanna let you know I won't sit by ♪

♪ I wanna let you know I won't sit by... ♪

BRENDA: Well, I definitely don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

I don't even think we're in L.A. anymore.

And we are definitely not in Beverly Hills.

Wow, this is trippy.

What's trippy?

What are you doing, Silver, taking acid?

No, it's an expression.

Oh, kind of like, uh, "groovy,"

or, uh, "far out"?

Exactly. Yeah.

Yeah, David, you're just so hip, so happening, right?

So, uh, anyone care to join me?

No.

You know,

David, you're such a geek.

I don't want you barfing all over my Beemer, okay?

He's turning into a lush on us.

Kelly, not everyone who has a drink or two is an alcoholic.

That's right.

♪ You better, you better, you better ♪

♪ You better treat me right ♪ (grunts)

♪ You better, you better, you better ♪

♪ You better treat me right ♪

♪ You better, you better, you better ♪

♪ You better treat me right... ♪

You know, I never thought I'd actually say this,

but I'm starting to feel twinges of nostalgia for Steve.

I know how you feel.

Life can be really depressing without a boyfriend.

(laughs)

You know, I hate to say this

because Brandon likes her and everything,

but there's something about Emily

that just rubs me the wrong way.

Well, she obviously

rubs somebody the right way.

(indistinct chatter)

Damn it.

I guess everybody's gone.

Well, what did you expect, Andrea?

Your grandmother held us hostage for an hour

telling us those stories about hallah and the...

That's because you asked for seconds on the chopped liver.

Hey, the chopped liver was good. (laughs)

I can't believe they blew us off, though.

NAT: Well, it's about time

you showed up. I have a message for you.

Good. Did they say where they went?

Better. She drew a map.

Who did?

Uh, Brandon's girlfriend?

And they said to give you this.

WOMAN: Order up! An egg?

Andrea, get with the drill.

You go to this address, and you ask to exchange that.

That's ridiculous.

Sweetheart, I couldn't have said it better myself.

Now both of you, go, go, go.

Thanks, Nat, but do you know where Alvarado Street is?

(Andrea gasping) NAT: I'll get it.

I'll get it. Sorry.

Just go, just go. Oh...

I'll get it. Got to be kidding me.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it.

(fast-paced dance music plays)

I'll do anything you want,

just as long as you don't make me dance, okay?

I'll-I'll wash your car. I don't have one.

Well, I'll buy one for you, and then I'll wash it.

I'll let you have the marshmallows

out of my Lucky Charms.

I'll change your cat litter, anything,

just so long as I never, ever have to dance again.

Well, haven't you heard?

Dancing's the key to popularity.

Well, what about that guy over there?

He's not dancing,

and he's the most popular guy here.

Don't stare.

I'm not.

Why? You know him?

You see the 4 on his shirt?

He sells Euphoria.

What, the mood, or the drug?

What do you think?

What, he sells it right here out in the open,

in front of God and everybody?

(laughing): Sure.

25 bucks a hit.

It's supposed to be worth it, too.

You've never done it, huh?

No. Have you?

It's supposed to really get rid of your inhibitions.

Well, I like my inhibitions.

I'm used to 'em, yeah.

Hey, you guys, sitting here soaking up the atmosphere?

Soaking up the atmosphere?

I think this place is the hole in the ozone layer,

but I like it.

Check out Rico

Suavé over there.

♪ ♪

Have I infiltrated Couples' Corner?

No, Kel. Sit down.

I feel like a fifth wheel.

Now Kelly, it's okay to be single.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, there's tons of guys here.

Yeah, I mean, check out that guy over there.

He's pretty buff.

KELLY: Brenda, you can

see his nipples.

Hey, B, maybe we ought to get us some

of them fishnet shirts, man.

They seem pretty popular.

No, actually, I've got my eye

on this rubber jumpsuit I saw earlier.

It's a pretty hot item.

Hey, he's not bad. Which one?

The guy over there with the 4 on his shirt.

BRANDON: Kelly,

he's a drug dealer.

BRENDA: Oh,

and how would you know, Brandon?

I'm a journalist.

It's my job.

Oh, really? Is Jimmy Olsen now investigating

the drug scene?

Brenda, I know what's happening.

EMILY: Oh, my God.

I think I see Kerry Gainer.

Who?

One of my best friends from San Francisco.

Excuse me.

I'll be back.

Em, Em, come on, boogie down.

I don't think so.

I'm not into threesomes.

♪ We've got to share what we've got... ♪

♪ ♪

STEVE: At least you could have spilled decaf. It's lighter.

ANDREA: It is not. It is, too.

Not. Too.

Not. Will you stop?! This is ridiculous.

Stop worrying. I'm sure we're going the right way.

I mean, reasonably sure.

I mean, it's likely that we're in the right vicinity,

more or less. Andrea,

why don't you just admit that you can't read that thing?

We're totally lost, totally in the middle of nowhere.

None of this would have happened if you didn't spill...

All right, all right. Just stop!

I'm sorry. I get a little excited, I'm frustrated.

What do you want from me? No, I mean, stop the car.

I-I think that's the convenience store right over there.

Hi. I'd like to exchange an egg.

You want to exchange an egg?

Do you have a receipt?

No.

Do I need a receipt?

I mean, is that part of the thing?

It's customary to have a receipt

when you want to exchange something.

I think we're in the wrong place.

No, no, this is all part of the deal.

I want to exchange...

an egg.

Steve, let's go.

What's wrong with the egg?

Nothing.

But you want another?

No, I don't want another egg.

I want information.

Look, I don't know what you kids are on,

but I'm calling the police.

You know, I think we're in the wrong place.

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♪ Come with me... ♪

Hey, beginning to think you had ditched me.

Ah. Never.

How's your friend?

Well, it wasn't her, but I ran into somebody else,

and I got something special for you and for me.

What?

It's four you and four me.

Well, give me a clue.

Here, I'll just give this to you.

Ah.

I don't think so, Em.

Please?

I told you I don't do drugs.

Neither do I, but everybody says

it's the best way to bring a new couple closer.

It's a love drug, babe.

Aren't you the least bit curious?

Yes, I'm curious about a lot of things.

I'm curious how I'm gonna look when I'm 70.

I'm curious if dogs really smile.

I'm curious why I have to study trig.

And you're not curious about the human mind?

It doesn't matter if I am or not.

I have no tolerance for chemicals.

I've tried drinking, and I totaled my car.

You know, I try this, what's gonna happen?

Okay, Mr. Perfect.

Mr. Squeaky Clean.

Emily, come on.

No, it's okay.

But isn't there any way we can satisfy that curiosity?

Sure, if some poltergeist broke into my house

in the middle of the night

and slipped it under my tongue, then...

Okay, okay, I get the picture.

All right.

Hi-ho, Brando!

(grunts)

Would you care for some of my refreshing refreshment?

(laughs)

Boy, did you pick the wrong guy.

Ha, ha. Ha, ha.

Ha, ha. I'll get you a soda.

Get out of here.

(loud chatter and music)

Hi.

How you doing, Silver?

Good. I'm just the, uh...

I'm the, um...

You're the host who's had the most.

The host who's had the most, right, right...

I believe that, I believe that.

What?

What's wrong? Don't you like me?

You know what?

She likes me.

Donna-- she likes me.

(laughs)

♪ Don't you want to get down with me? ♪

♪ Baby, that's reality ♪

♪ Let's go right now ♪

♪ Won't you come with me? ♪

♪ Don't you want to get down with me? ♪

♪ Feeling all this energy... ♪

♪ Intensity... ♪

Donna? Donna! Oh!

I told you we shouldn't have brought him.

Oh, he's just having fun.

Ow!

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ Don't you want to get down with me? ♪

♪ Baby, that's reality ♪

♪ Let's go right now ♪

♪ Won't you come with me? ♪

♪ Don't you want to get down with me? ♪

♪ Feeling all this energy ♪

♪ I can feel the synergy... ♪

Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ Don't you want to get down with me? ♪

♪ Baby, that's reality ♪

♪ Let's go right now ♪

♪ Won't you come with me? ♪

♪ Don't you want to get down with me? ♪

♪ Feeling all this energy... ♪

(loud dance music plays)

Can I ask you a question?

You know those bumps on top of your tongue?

What are they called?

(laughs): Those are your taste buds.

Oh, yeah.

You know, I feel really good.

I feel really alive.

Yeah, I know.

(loud chatter and music)

Oh. Was that a kiss?

What was that?

Feeling a little euphoric?

Something like that.

Oh.

You feel euphoric...

I love you. I knew you'd get off on it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

What's going on here?

You're opening your doors of perception.

Oh, no.

Emily, I told you I didn't want to do drugs.

No, you said you'd try it if someone slipped it to you.

Yeah, but I didn't mean it like that.

Well, what's done is done, babe.

You might as well relax, kick back,

and wait for the magic to happen.

I just don't want to flip out.

You won't. I won't let you.

Trust me.

(loud chatter and dance music playing)

You sure this says "Alvarado"?

I don't know. I'm not up on my hieroglyphics.

You know, Emily could've drawn us a better map.

There was nothing wrong with her map

until you spilled coffee on it.

Yeah, but she could've drawn on something more permanent

than a napkin, don't you think?

I'm sure she went for whatever was around.

Oh, that's definitely how she operates.

Oh.

Oh, please, I don't want to be catty, okay?

But it is obvious that the only reason she joined the paper

was so she could put the moves on Brandon.

I mean, she never gets her stories done on time,

they always have to be worked on.

I mean, it's one thing after another... (imitates cat hissing)

Shut up.

(dance music playing)

Oh, God, David, I've got to sit down,

I'm bushed.

Which one? George or Barbara?

(snickering)

You get it? George and Barbara Bush.

What's the matter? Don't you like me?

You know who likes me?

Brenda likes me. Huh, Bren?

Yeah, when you're sober.

You think I'm drunk?

She thinks I'm drunk.

Oh, dude, you are drunk.

Okay, well, fine.

If everybody thinks I'm drunk,

then I might as well just have another drink.

Any takers?

Get that out of my face, all right?

45 minutes till we turn into pumpkins.

Oh, my God! Dylan, we gotta go!

All right, let's go.

Wait. I've gotta go.

♪ And just wait and see ♪

♪ You need something to believe ♪

♪ It's a rush now, can't you see...? ♪

♪ ♪

KELLY: You think this place even has a bathroom?

I don't know, this place is just very weird.

Yeah, definitely not my scene.

Oh, my God. Kelly, check it out.

What? My brother is dancing.

Well, give the girl some credit.

She finally got him to loosen up.

Come on, let's go outside.

Come on, let's go.

♪ Promises mean nothing to me... ♪

Enjoy it, Brandon.

The first time you get a rush is always the best.

I thought you said you never did it before.

All right, so Steve, maybe you're right, okay?

Maybe if we had started a couple of hours earlier,

maybe if we hadn't mutilated the instructions,

but as far as I'm concerned, this evening has been a total...

(grunts) How could you say that?

This has been a dream date for me.

Didn't anyone tell you?

Pardon me. I've got to see a man about an egg.

Steve, please. Let's just go home.

Forget it. Steve, please.

What about your prizewinning exposé?

Look, I think I can live without never seeing an underground

club, okay? Well, could you live without seeing

Brandon and Emily together?

Steve, how 'bout we just take me home

anytime now, all right?

Fine. You want to roll over, play dead, sure.

What am I supposed to do?

I mean, you see the way he looks at her.

That's because she's always in his face.

What you've got to do is stop apologizing

for who you are and get in the game.

Steve. What?

I just saw a guy with spiked hair

go into that store carrying an egg.

♪ Let me go ♪

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

On a scale of one-to-ten,

ten being the grungiest,

have you ever seen a bathroom as grungy as that?

Well, yes, once.

In fifth grade, when we had to--

excuse me-- visit a chicken farm.

A chicken farm? (laughs)

Yes, a chicken farm.

Oh, my. What is this?

Dylan, where's Brandon?

I don't know.

We want to leave.

This place is "never again".

All right, whoa, Kelly, I know you're in a hurry,

but I'm not leaving here without Brandon.

Fine. Go find him. I'm gonna go get some air.

Kelly, wait up. Bren, what is the matter with her?

Look, people are smoking crack, okay?

This place is horrible.

All right, look, go wait outside.

I'll find him.

♪ ♪

All right, guys. All aboard.

Train's leaving, let's go.

Good. Nick of time.

Have you seen Brandon?

Let me ask you guys one question.

How do they get the room to spin like this?

Come on, man.

Oh, wait. Don't go.

Ew.

Is he going to make it?

(David retching) (splattering)

No.

Oh, God. You know, we're never

going to make our curfew.

Well... look, we found Brandon, though.

All right, dude.

Look at that!

Party!

(David retching) (splattering)

Maybe not.

Come on.

(retching)

That's it, man, get it all out.

Whoa, pizza. Ho-ho-ho!

I'm gonna die.

You're not gonna die, man. I swear you're not gonna die.

You'll probably live to be this stupid again.

(retching)

Look, you guys, my mom's going to kill me

if I don't beat her home. She's gonna ground me forever.

Well, then Kelly, just go. We'll be all right.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Okay, I'll call you tomorrow. Come on, Donna.

No, we can't leave David, Kelly.

(groans)

There you go, Greeko Suavé.

Put his head over the side, please.

Remind me to do this more often.

David? (engine starts)

Bye. Drive safe, Kel.

Bye, Kel. I will.

All right, let's go get Brandon

before we miss our curfew.

(both giggling)

Brandon, what are you doing? It's almost 1:00

in the morning, actually, it's past

1:00 in the morning.

I don't know. What are we doing?

I don't know, but I don't

think we're done yet.

Emily's in a very good mood.

Brandon, are you on

something, man?

What?

Yeah, the hood of my car, same as you.

(Emily laughing)

EMILY: Where'd you get that little scar on your eyebrow?

It's so cute. I don't believe this.

Well, hey, Bren, relax.

I feel great. You feel stoned, man.

Well, you're the expert.

And I mean that in a good way.

You know, you handled your alcohol thing

real good. Shut up, man.

EMILY: So negative. Really, man.

Bad vibes, you guys. Ouch. Cracked my buzz.

Guys! I feel really bad for you.

Thanks for your sympathy, Emily.

Look, why don't you guys just give me the car keys?

I'm not gonna let you drive yourselves home.

No Bren, I can't do that,

because, number one,

I'm not ready to leave yet and number two,

no offense, but I've seen you drive and it's

not a pretty sight.

Give. Give 'em.

Here, man, $40 bucks.

Jones, get in a cab.

All right, Dylan.

(Emily giggling)

Dylan, we can't just leave them.

I mean, what if he gets in trouble?

What if he gets hurt? Brenda.

What if he hurts himself?

You don't get it, do you? He doesn't care.

Not right now, look at him, he's so high,

he's king of the mountain. He's got a girl,

everything's fine.

Until tomorrow when he wakes up

feeling like hell and he'll see what an ass

he made of himself.

You know, I always thought that if someone

would be tempted to get stoned, it would be you.

Yeah. Well, I get tempted.

Every day. Come on.

Oh, hey, hey, hey,

come on, guys, don't go away mad!

Just go away!

KELLY: Come on.

Come on, lady!

There's no traffic, and I get stuck

behind Grandma Moses.

Kelly, your mom has never been on time in her life.

(David groans)

Don't forget I have to drop off your friend.

Kel, his mom's house is on the way.

It smells like puke in here.

DAVID: I don't feel so good.

He is so foul.

Okay, he made a mistake. (David choking)

No, you made a mistake.

He's a dork, and a puke-meister.

Yeah,

but he's a good dancer.

I'm gonna be grounded for a month, and you know that.

No, I'm not gonna listen to this. This is silly.

We're gonna be home way before she will, and you know it.

See? I told you your mom wouldn't be home.

Uh... Hi.

(dance music plays)

(sighs) Is this what they mean by being fashionably late?

(siren blaring) Hey, this is when the hippest

of the hip arrive. Don't be a party pooper.

POLICEMAN: All right, everybody, let's move it out of here!

Actually, I think I've had enough hipness for one evening.

Andrea, where are you going? I'm going inside.

There might be a major story breaking.

Are you crazy? Hey, I don't want to get busted.

What are they going to bust you for,

concealing a hardboiled egg? Let's go.

BRANDON: Hey, hey, hey,

I know you guys.

STEVE: What are you doing out here. Where's everybody else?

Oh, God.

You guys look great. I've missed you guys.

What's wrong? You look awful. I missed you guys.

Hey, come on, give me a little kiss. Stop it.

What's wrong with you? (garbled police dispatch)

Where's Kelly and the other girls, inside?

Uh... I don't know. What do you mean, you don't know?

They took off, remember? (sirens blaring)

Oh, yeah.

Oh, God, guys, it's a bust.

We've got to get out of here. We have to get out!

Oh, I gotta get my-- where are my keys?

STEVE: Hey, hey. No, no,

they must've fallen on the floor.

Brandon, we don't have time, we gotta go.

No, just let me look. Look, Brandon,

I still have stuff.

Hey, you better get rid of that real quick.

I paid $50 bucks for this stuff.

Easy come, easy go.

You can tell it to the cops.

Let's go. Come on.

Andrea, Andrea.

Have you ever done Euphoria?

I can't believe this. Who are you?

What'd I say?

Hey, what's that?

(car approaching)

(car door closing)

Brandon.

Brenda, what are you doing up?

It's almost 6:00 in the morning.

Waiting up for you.

Every time I heard a car drive by,

I'd run to the window.

Come on, don't stare at me like that.

I feel like hell.

Brandon...

Mom and Dad trusted us.

And you totally violated that.

Bren, I don't need a lecture, okay?

(sighs)

Did you tell them anything?

Oh, sure, I woke them up to tell them

that you were too high on drugs to come home.

Brandon, how could you do that?

Is Emily so important to you

that you'd do anything for her?

No. She slipped me the drug, Bren.

Oh, come on, Brandon, that's a cop-out.

She did!

(sighs)

She slipped Euphoria in my drink

after I told her I wasn't interested in doing any.

But you looked like you were so into it.

I mean, didn't you

just want to kill her?

I tried to get angry, but it was too late.

I totally lost control.

I could see it happening to myself, but...

...at the time, I just didn't care.

It wasn't you, Brandon.

Ah, people talk about drugs like they're so cool, but...

...they're just this big fake-out.

They take away your real emotions just long enough

till you think the chemical ones are real.

I thought I was having these great revelations, you know?

But now that I look back on it...

nothing made sense.

I'm just glad that you're home and that you're okay.

You know what I was scared about more than anything?

Was that I thought that you had changed.

(chuckles quietly)

No.

I'm still my same old boring self.

(grunts)

Only now, I feel awful.

Oh, God.

I've got to be at the Pit in an hour.

Will you call Dylan for me?

See if he'll come get me to go pick up my car.

I can take you.

Uh, I think you'd better stay here

in case Mom and Dad wake up.

♪ ♪

Oh, man.

I knew I shouldn't have left my car here last night.

Well, dude, you couldn't...

Dylan, please, don't lecture me

on the evils of drugs, okay?

I don't have to.

I'm just glad you didn't see yourself last night.

That bad, huh?

Yeah, but I can't believe she would do that to you.

I mean, that's cold.

She said she thought it would bring us closer together.

Did it?

Dylan, man...

it tore us apart.

Yeah.

So, uh, what are you gonna tell Jimbo

about the, uh, 'Stang?

There's no lie big enough to cover this one.

Gonna have to tell him the truth.

Ouch.

(exhales)

Brandon, what were you doing downtown at 2:00 in the morning?

I told you, Dad.

We went to this club.

I thought you kids said you were going to a movie.

The plans changed. (scoffs)

I'll say they did.

A lot of things are going

to change around here after last night.

W-Well, what were you doing down there in the first place?

Well, everybody was going.

And you think that makes it all right?

Why'd you have to leave the car downtown?

(sighs)

Things got a little... crazy.

I, I guess I was too out of it to drive.

Tell me you weren't drinking.

I wasn't drinking, I swear.

Well, what then?

(sighs)

Someone put some Euphoria in my drink.

Euphoria? What's Euphoria?

It... it's this drug.

Oh, my God.

Brandon, we weren't born yesterday.

I don't believe that anybody "slipped"

you anything.

Ah, come on, Dad, give me a little credit here.

I may do a lot of idiotic things,

but taking drugs is not one of them.

Brandon, do you realize how serious this is?

I mean, that stuff could have been lethal

or led to some sort of psychosis.

Let's not go overboard, Mom,

okay?

I'm not.

There were plenty of drugs around when I was in college.

I've seen a few casualties myself.

Well, I'm fine now, thanks,

except for the worst headache known to man.

Well, if you didn't take it, I'd like to know who did

this to you.

It could have been anyone.

I, I really have no idea.

(doorbell rings) I'll get it.

What are you doing here?

Look, Brenda, there's no reason to be upset with me.

Did you see Brandon's car out there?

Yeah, and I feel terrible.

Where is Brandon?

In the kitchen.

Though I doubt he'll want to see you.

We'll see.

Brandon, your car.

I can't believe it.

Me either.

Emily, what happened last night?

What do you mean?

Well, Brandon tells us that someone slipped him drugs.

Yeah.

Poor Brandon, he was high as a kite.

I had to spend all last night just reeling him in.

Then why didn't you drive him home, Em?

Because you took his keys when he threatened to drive.

Don't you remember, Brenda?

And then you disappeared with Dylan.

You left him there alone

last night, Brenda?

Dad, she knew Emily was taking care of me.

Look, if it's all the same to you guys,

this whole experience is a nightmare

I'd just rather forget, okay?

That may not be so easy.

I know, Dad.

Don't worry, I'll pay for everything.

That's what my life is about:

working my butt off

to pay for the damage I inflict on my car.

Now, if you'll all excuse me,

I have to get changed for work.

Honey, are you sure you're all right?

I mean,

maybe we should call a doctor or something.

Mom, I'm fine.

EMILY: Poor guy.

Maybe I should go talk to him.

He seems kind of upset.

Got a headache?

(sighs) Yeah.

Emily, Emily, you can't, you can't fix it like that.

Come on, Brandon, you had a good time last night.

Yeah, but I told you I wasn't into it.

How could you mess with my mind like that?

I was just trying to loosen you up.

I'm sorry.

I had no idea you'd get so bent out of shape.

Well, how am I ever supposed to trust you again, huh?

You tell me that.

First, you tell me you haven't done Euphoria.

Then you tell me you have. What's the truth?

Look, Brandon, I just thought doing Euphoria

would bring us closer together.

Well, you thought wrong, all right?

You bought some strange drug from some strange guy

and slipped it in my drink.

All you got out of me was a chemical reaction, that's it.

I'm sorry... for everything.

I'll pay for your car.

I don't want your money, Emily.

In fact... I don't want anything to do with you.

Can't I make a mistake?

Not everyone's as perfect as you are, Brandon.

I'm not perfect, I'm just honest!

When I told you

I didn't want to do Euphoria, I meant it.

Next time I'll know.

There isn't going to be a next time.

I just need some space, all right?

I need some time to sort all this out.

How long?

As long as it takes.

Do you remember the stuff you said to me last night, Brandon?

Let me refresh your memory.

You said...

"I have never had such intense feelings

for any girl in my life."

Yeah, well, I must have been on drugs.

Hey.

I'm glad you're here.

Ha, yeah, me, too.

I was really, uh, I was really worried about you...

Hey, I'm sorry you had to see me like that last night.

That wasn't you.

Andrea, you have no idea what really happened last night.

Well, I'm all ears.

Someday.

Andrea, what do you do when you find out

that someone you care for isn't

the person you thought they were

at all?

Brando, there's something I want to show you.

Brandon, this is your brain.

This is your brain on drugs.

And this is your brain on drugs

after a Friday night with Emily Valentine.

(laughs)

Any questions?

Yeah, can I get some bacon and toast with this?