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DAVID (over P.A.): Yo, West Beverly, don't forget West Beverly and Beverly

get together this Friday for the annual Winter Dance

starting at 8:00 p.m. in the West Beverly gym.

Be there.

God, I'll be glad when finals are over.

How do they expect us to study

when we have Christmas shopping to do?

You know, only two more for me tomorrow

and then I'm through.

Enough about finals.

Let's talk about something really important.

like what to wear to the dance.

Hey, why don't you wear a big sign that says,

"I'm here with David Silver, but I'm really still available"?

(giggles) That's mean.

Yes, but it's funny.

You know, I don't find that funny at all.

Ooh, touchy.

You guys must be really getting close.

Kelly, I already told you we are just friends.

Big, big, big, big dance Friday night.

You going?

Nope.

Why not? No date.

Brandon, date optional.

That's a lame excuse.

Okay, no date and I don't dance.

It's just called a dance.

You don't actually have to dance.

Steve, let me put this in very simple terms.

I don't waltz, I don't rumba,

I don't foxtrot, I don't boogie, I don't dance.

I don't even like being in the same room

with people who are dancing.

Yeah, well, I was actually thinking

of breaking down and asking Kelly to the dance.

I think she deserves another chance.

You're giving her another chance?

Isn't she the one who broke up with you?

Yeah.

But I forgave her.

Guess who?

Hi, Steve.

What gave it away? My scent? My touch?

Actually, it was your sweaty palms.

Be nice or I'll go away.

You're making it too easy.

Hey, Friday night, what do you say?

You and me?

Uh, sorry. I already have a date.

So break it.

No.

Why not? Who's it with?

Chuck Wilson.

What?

You heard me.

Nice thing to tell me before I take a history final.

What was I supposed to do? He asked me.

Of course he did.

You know, Steve, you are not

the center of everybody's universe.

What makes you think that Chuckie was thinking of you

when he asked me to the dance?

Because I know him better than you do.

And he doesn't care about you.

Why is it that every time some guy likes me,

you try to ruin it?

To me, Chuck Wilson isn't just any guy.

Steve, we're about to take

a final here.

(bell ringing)

If I flunk history, you can thank Chuckie Wilson for me.

What?

You're losing it, man.

I mean it. It's all because of him.

Wait a minute, Steve, you don't even talk to Chuck Wilson.

What is he to you?

You don't know who he is, do you?

(scoffs)

You don't watch nearly enough TV.

(laughing)

Whoa, cowboy.

Whoa.

(laughing)

Chuck Wilson was the little kid on your mom's TV show?

Mm-hmm.

He's as obnoxious now as he was then.

He's got himself thrown out of

practically every private school in Los Angeles.

Chuckie, what are you doing?

CHUCKIE: Hi, Mom.

But that's your Daddy's birthday cake!

I was just testing it to make sure it was good.

Oh.

(chuckles)

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Nah, come on.

He was just some stupid little kid.

Not to me.

When I was little, I used to go to the studio to see my mom.

They'd stick us together, because, you know,

we were the same age.

He'd hit me, bite me, pull my hair,

break my toys, and every time,

I'd be the one who'd get blamed. Why?

Because he's a star, Brandon.

A little five-year-old with an attitude.

And if he didn't get his way,

he wouldn't go on.

A lot of millions rode on that cute smile of his.

So no one much cared if Little Steve-o was crying.

What about your mom?

She played along.

It was all part of the job:

know your lines, be nice to Chuckie.

Come on, it was ten or 12 years ago.

You were just little kids.

He could have changed.

You know what he said when I first saw him at West Beverly?

"Watch out, Steve-o.

Chuckie's back."

You know, like the movie.

He was kidding.

You're just letting him get to you,

that's all.

I thought he was out of my life.

First thing, I see him at West Beverly,

and you're not gonna believe this. What?

They're talking about doing a big Hartley House reunion show.

Brandon.

Hi.

Steve, you didn't tell me we had company.

Brandon's not company.

So, Mrs. Sanders, Steve tells me

you're gonna be doing a Hartley House reunion.

Congratulations.

Don't jinx it.

We haven't signed the deal yet.

But Norman says it looks good.

We may even get a TV movie.

If Charles agrees to it.

Charles?

Little Chuckie.

Whatever you do, gorgeous,

do not call him that at dinner tonight.

On second thought, I think I'll eat at Brandon's.

Funny.

I know you two have had your differences,

but this really means a lot to me.

(doorbell ringing)

STEVE: I'll get it.

Hi-ya, Steve.

How you doing?

Fine, Chuckie.

So, coming to the dance on Friday?

Oh, maybe.

Oh, you have to come.

Kelly and I will be really hurt if you don't show.

What's your problem?

(chuckles): No problem.

So is it true?

Is what true?

That Kelly Taylor is a really great first date.

That's it. Get out.

Hey, man, chill, chill.

Look, we're not at the studio.

No one's forcing me to entertain you.

Get real, Steve.

Why do you think I'm here?

Charles, darling.

(chuckles)

Steve, what's wrong?

Everything's fine.

You look fabulous, Mom.

(Chuckie and Samantha laughing)

Oh, it's good to see you.

It's just like old times.

No, The Hartley House was one

where they had two teenagers, and then one year,

they had a little baby.

And the next season, he was suddenly three years old.

And that little kid was Chuckie Wilson.

That's who Kelly's going out with.

Oh.

BRENDA: He's very adorable. Ooh!

(chuckles): I'm sure.

Honey, you remember when the kids were little,

I used to say that Brandon looked just like Little Chuckie.

I did not.

Oh, come on, Brandon,

remember you had that cute little cowlick?

Can it, Bren.

Anyway, is this guy really as bad as Steve says he is?

Well, I've known Steve and Chuckie since elementary school.

Just because they've always wanted to kill each other

doesn't mean I have to choose.

Does it?

Thanks, Mom.

Dinner was great.

Well, thank you for coming.

Now, you call me first thing tomorrow.

We have lots to talk about.

Definitely.

I'll give Kelly your regards,

okay, pal?

(door closes)

I want an apology and an explanation

for your behavior this evening.

You were incredibly rude!

I don't believe this.

(chuckles)

Nothing changes.

Nothing!

This is the way it's always been-- you siding with him!

This is business, Steve.

The entire reunion show depends on Charles

agreeing to do it.

How about putting me first for a change?

Oh, Steve, gorgeous.

You always come first with me.

You know that.

Why do you think I worked so much

when you were a little boy?

I was a single mother.

I needed to support

this family.

Save me the sob story.

You were the star of The Hartley House.

You loved every minute of it.

Okay, fine.

But do you know what this reunion show means to us?

Syndication. Foreign.

We're talking a lot of money here--

enough so you'll never need to worry about college...

Dad's got that covered!

Oh, please!

Don't start depending on his promises!

You're my son, and I am looking out for your future.

That's the way it's gonna be.

I'm sorry.

It's just that Chuckie goes out of his way to push my buttons.

(sighs)

So don't let him.

I know he can be difficult.

But you were always the one who was more mature.

Please, tell him you're sorry.

Be nice to him.

For both of us.

Andrea, have I got a story for you.

Entertainment Tonight says there may be

a Hartley House reunion show.

And with Chuck Wilson going to school here,

I think it's worth an interview.

Griffin, the Blaze doesn't run celebrity puff pieces.

This isn't a puff piece.

Child stars are a weird breed.

Don't you want to know why?

Chuck Wilson doesn't seem particularly screwed up to me.

He got thrown out of his last three schools, Andrea.

There's a story there.

What do you want to do, John,

turn this paper into a supermarket tabloid?

Come on, Brandon, lighten up.

This is a good story and you know it.

I'll pull clips, I'll interview Chuck, interview Steve Sanders.

Whoa, wait a minute, how come you want to interview Steve?

I want to call the piece "The Two Sons of Samantha Sanders."

You know, the real family

and the TV family.

That could be good.

Come on, Andrea, Steve is a friend of ours.

I don't want Geraldo here dishing dirt on him.

What, me dish?

John, a piece like this takes a little sensitivity.

Not exactly his stock in trade, no offense.

If you want this story so bad, let me have it.

Okay.

But remember, be objective.

Chuck?

Yes?

I'm, um, Brandon Walsh.

Right, right. You're sister's a friend of Kelly's, right?

Right. Listen, uh...

I was wondering if I could do a profile on you for the Blaze.

Why me?

Oh, you're a celebrity.

Please. That was a long time ago.

Yeah, well, I hear there's talk of a Hartley House reunion.

There's always talk.

Well, still, I'm interested.

You know, what it's like to be a child star.

You mean, why do all of us end up in nuthouses,

jail cells or rehab centers?

It can't be an easy life.

Actually it can.

So listen...

I'll get my publicist to send over a bio,

my press pack, and we'll talk.

Right. I'll have my people call your people.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to pull a star trip on you.

You wanna talk now? I don't have class till 2:00.

Sure.

Samantha Sanders was like a mom to me.

I mean, she kept me in line,

and she taught me so much about acting and the business.

And she and Steve were like family.

So you and Steve got along?

Oh, we were like this.

I loved him like a brother.

Really?

Excuse me, I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No, actually, I'm almost finished here.

I was just telling, uh...

uh, Brandon.

I was just telling Brandon my life story.

You were a part of it. Unfortunately.

Sibling rivalry. It affects even the best of families.

Look, I came here to apologize.

Oh, yeah...for being such a jerk last night.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that.

That's okay, you couldn't help yourself.

Listen, I told my mother I'd apologize and I apologized.

Let's leave it at that.

You know...

I was thinking it over and I know what your problem is.

You are my problem, Chuckie.

Insecurity.

That's what it is.

You're just one big open wound.

What do I have to be insecure about?

Well, it's a known fact adopted kids

are insecure.

How the hell did you know that?

Hey, Steve... hey.

I've known since we were seven.

Everybody knew, Steve.

We were all supposed to keep it quiet till Samantha told you.

I guess she finally broke the news, huh?

I wonder what took her so long.

Y'know, Steve...

CHUCKIE: Thanks a lot, Sanders.

If I get a shiner, it'll look great on camera.

Actually, there aren't gonna be any cameras if I get busted.

My heart bleeds for you.

My parents say unless I keep my nose clean, no more work.

Poor baby.

Well, I was thinking...

it's sort of a waste for both of us to do time, so...

why don't you just take the rap for me?

Eat it.

I'd reconsider if I were you.

Oh, yeah, why would I do that?

Because if you don't,

I'm not gonna do your mother's little reunion show.

And frankly, given the way her career's going,

I think she needs it a helluva lot more than I do.

What is this? Blackmail?

Actually...

yes.

BRANDON: I don't understand.

How come only you got suspended?

Why didn't he? Because I hit him.

Yeah, but he provoked it.

It was as much his fault as it was yours.

I know that. I took the rap for him.

Why the hell did you do that?

It's a long story, Brandon.

Steve, I've got the whole thing on tape.

All we have to do is play this for the principal

and he'll see why you punched Chuckie out.

Look, stay out of this, okay?

Steve, it's not fair.

Chuckie Wilson doesn't play fair, okay? He never did.

Steve, if you get suspended, you can't take finals.

If you don't take finals, you're gonna get

an incomplete for the entire semester.

Don't let him get away with this, man, you've got proof!

Take care, Brandon.

SAMANTHA (on TV): If the fever's not gone,

no school tomorrow.

Now hold this under your tongue.

LITTLE CHUCKIE: Okay, Mom.

There's a steak in the fridge, just put it in the broiler.

I won't be back too late.

Mom, I told you I needed to talk to you.

And I told you, this is not the best time, gorgeous.

It looks like the whole reunion show is falling apart.

Chuckie is wavering.

Can we not talk about the reunion

or Chuckie for one minute? I need you now.

I know I haven't been around much. I'm sorry.

As soon as this deal is closed,

we'll spend some time together.

Just you and me, I promise.

Listen to me.

I got suspended from school today.

What?!

You're telling me this now?!

Norman and all the junior agents are waiting for me at Morton's

for a major strategy session.

I'm sorry this doesn't fit into your schedule.

Okay. Explain.

What happened?

I punched out Chuckie Wilson today.

Oh, my God! Well, no wonder

he's stalling on this deal.

How could you do this to me?

To you?!

Fighting with my costar is not exactly

going to get this show made, Steven.

I'm sorry, but this... this... No buts!

I was counting on you to help me.

I need this job. You know that.

Fine.

Go make your deals.

By the way, you've got nothing to worry about.

Chuckie's going to do the show.

I made sure of that.

What do you mean?

Ask him.

I can't believe Steve actually beat him up.

What exactly were they fighting about?

Well, I told Steve that Chuckie was taking me

to the dance and he went ballistic.

I mean, it was so embarrassing.

I couldn't believe he could be so immature.

Maybe someday, someone'll fight over me.

Like David Silver? I don't think so.

This fight is perfect for the story!

If we only had a picture. John...

I'm not going to let you go soft here, Zuckerman.

This is the kind of thing the kids around here want to read about.

Morning all.

I heard you were there, Brandon.

Now, what did Sanders and Wilson fight about?

Give it a rest, John.

Brandon, you were there. It is news.

No, it isn't. It's gossip and I'm not interested.

If he doesn't want to write it, I will.

There were other witnesses.

The public has a right to know.

Wrong. There are certain things the public

doesn't have a right to know and this is one of them.

(sighing): Listen to him.

He'll never make it on a college paper with that attitude.

I mean it, Andrea. I'm not doing this story.

Here are my notes. Do what you think is best.

Brandon...

what was the fight about?

If Steve wants to tell you, fine.

But I'm not gonna jeopardize my friendship for a story.

LITTLE CHUCKIE: Mom, I have a question.

And I bet I have the answer.

Where did I come from?

Well, sweetheart,

your Daddy and I loved each other so much

that, one night, there was so much love,

that it made a whole other person.

And that person was you. Really?

That's not what Winfield Goulden says.

He showed me pictures at recess.

SAMANTHA: And where did little Winfield say he came from?

Cleveland.

So Mom, where did I come from?

SAMANTHA: Chuckie, you come from Philadelphia.

I love you, Chuckie.

I love you, too.

Mom, I have a question for you.

And I bet I have an answer.

Ask away.

Where did I come from?

Oh, that's easy. Philadelphia.

No, where did I really come from?

Oh.

I thought Winfield Goulden told you everything

you needed to know.

I don't know that I believe him.

(sighing)

Well, actually it's very simple.

An egg and a sperm get together

to create a zygote, which grows into a fetus.

Well, yeah, but what about the love part?

The part where you and Daddy loved each other so much

that one night, there was so much love,

it made a whole other person.

And that person was me.

That's how they got me, Steve-o, not you.

Chuckie's right, gorgeous.

We went to the baby store for you.

Too bad you're adopted, Steve-o.

But you must have a real mom somewhere.

Don't you get it?

Get what?

You're an ornament around here. Part of the set.

But where did I come from?

Well, if you really want to know,

you'll go find your real parents.

But how? Where?

Oh, they're out there somewhere.

Right, Mary Jo?

Of course.

Everyone has a mother somewhere.

Even in TV land.

SAMANTHA: Good morning, good morning,

good morning. Good morning.

You sound awfully cheerful this morning.

Care for some eggs?

No thanks, Jean.

Today, I start my diet.

The camera adds ten pounds and I want to be ready for it.

Oh, today is one of those good days.

The ones you want to remember and enjoy.

C'mon, gorgeous.

Give me one of those million dollar smiles.

I don't have anything to smile about.

Oh, you will.

I have a surprise for you.

What?

If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

What's this?

Well, it's your new car, silly.

Now do I get a smile?

Or maybe just a good ol' fashioned "Thanks, Mom."

What's this all about?

You were right.

Chuckie finally agreed to do the reunion show,

and he said that you had something to do with it.

So...thanks, gorgeous.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

But then sensitivity

never was your strong suit.

If it had been, you would have told me I was adopted

before you broadcasted it to Chuckie

and the rest of the world.

What are you talking about?

You didn't tell me I was adopted till I was 16!

Chuckie says he's known since he was seven.

He says everybody's known.

I didn't tell him, Steve.

If you didn't tell him, then who did?

I don't know. I swear, I don't know.

Well, at least now I know why

I always felt like a second class

citizen around that creep.

He's not that bad, really.

Are you listening to what I'm saying here?

He is that bad! He is!

Do you know why I got suspended from school?

Because he wouldn't do your lousy show

unless I took the rap for the fight.

And this, oh, this is my, this is my commission, huh?

No, Steve, that's not true. It is, too.

And I don't want this.

You know, maybe when you adopted me,

you thought motherhood was some role you could play.

Well, it isn't. I'm real.

And I'm going to find my real parents.

Oh, my God. Is that what this is all about?

Steve...

I know I wasn't a perfect mother,

but I did the best I could.

I love you.

For God's sake, I chose you.

(doorbell ringing)

Oh, hello, Steve.

Shouldn't you be in school?

Didn't they tell you I got suspended?

Oh.

Come on in.

Mrs. Walsh, you're a mother.

(laughs): Yes, yes, that I am.

(laughs)

Well, I was wondering,

if Brenda and Brandon were adopted--

hypothetically-speaking--

if they were adopted,

what would you think if they came to you

and told you they wanted to find their real parents?

Would you be hurt?

Or mad?

No.

No, I don't think so, not mad.

Maybe a little bit, but...

I suppose what I'd feel most of all would be...

just afraid.

Of what?

Well, that if my children found their natural parents, they'd...

I'd lose them.

But wouldn't you understand that they had to know?

That they had to know where they came from?

Steve, um,

suppose...

the natural parents don't want to be found?

Donna, um...

I really hate to bring this up, but about the dance,

either my dad drives, or you do,

and I'd... I'd really rather it be you, if that's okay.

(scoffs): I don't see what she sees in him.

Oh, come on. He's a good kid.

Older women, younger guy couples are big.

Look at Cher.

(laughs) That's right.

So, um, I'll pick you up.

Is 8:00 okay?

Yeah, yeah, that's great.

Um... I got to go.

All right. Bye.

Yeah. DONNA: Hi, guys.

So, Donna,

aren't you worried about your reputation?

You know, the stigma of going out with a younger guy?

I'm not going out with him, Dylan.

Oh, no. You better be careful.

You might get arrested.

Would you guys just cut it out?

David and I are just friends.

You know, platonic friends?

So why don't you just stop?

Kelly, can I, uh, talk to you for a second?

Sure.

Alone?

Uh, yeah. I'll be right back.

That's okay. I got to run to a meeting at the studio, anyway.

I'll see you tonight.

Bye.

Bye, all.

He is adorable.

No, he's not.

Kelly, I don't mean to step on you here, but...

I can't believe you're still going to the dance

with that loser after all that went down between him and Steve.

That's what you wanted to talk to me about?

(sighs): You need to know the truth, Kelly.

I was there.

Brandon, I didn't have to be there to know what happened.

Steve's jealous.

He punched Chuckie out because he's taking me

to the dance.

Wrong. This had nothing to do with you.

What do you mean?

You know how sensitive Steve is about being adopted?

Yeah.

Well, Chuckie knows,

and he was giving Steve a hard time about it.

Poor Steve.

He hates Chuckie,

and from the little I've seen of the guy in action,

I can't say I blame him.

Well, what do you want me to do?

I don't know.

Just think about it, okay?

(sighs)

(laughter)

Uh, call me sentimental, but...

I figured the old sound stage was the perfect place

to sign the deal memo.

Well, I heard the producers kept the set on mothballs

all these years.

Too bad you can't do the same thing

for the cast, huh?

(laughter)

Ah.

Serving champagne to a minor, Norman?

It's only apple juice, Mom.

Pull up a glass.

I was just telling Norman how good he is.

Yes, Norman, you are the best...

agent in town.

I know.

(laughs)

(laughs)

But you know who should really be here?

Steve.

After all, he's the one

who finally got you to do the show.

You're right. To Steve.

(laughs)

What did he say exactly

that was so convincing?

Oh, nothing specific. I...

Uh, Steve's a great kid, Samantha.

Mm.

What happened between the two of you anyway?

You know how I hate to see you fight.

Well, you know Steve.

He's just Mr. Sensitive.

Well, about some things.

How did you know that he was adopted, Charles?

Everybody knew.

No, as a matter of fact, everybody didn't know.

I told him, Sam, okay?

A long time ago.

You told him?

Why?

Well, you know how the two of them were-- always fighting.

They were little boys.

One day, Chuckie

was jealous of Steve.

I thought it would make him feel better.

You betrayed my trust so you could make a little spoiled brat

feel better?

Hey, lady, it was this spoiled little brat

that kept you on the air.

Besides, I did this for you.

I know how important this show is to you.

Not more important than my son!

Samantha, this is all just a misunderstanding.

No!

I understand everything quite clearly.

I've put up with this for far too long.

I've had enough.

Where are you going?

I'm not doing the show, Norman.

You can't just back out now.

Oh, no?

You made a deal!

Watch me!

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm... ♪

(Nat clears his throat)

I don't want to pry, but you've been here for two hours.

How come you're not in school?

It's a long story.

♪ Mother and child ♪ Yeah, it must be.

You don't look so hot. Is everything okay?

♪ Holy infant ♪ I'm fine.

♪ So tender and mild ♪

Hey, Nat, let me ask you a question.

You look like your mom or your father?

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

My mother, I guess.

How about you?

That's the trouble. I don't know.

Hey, man.

Hey, uh, listen,

cheer up this guy, will you, Dylan?

He's on his third piece of pie, and nothing's working.

♪ Holy night... ♪ Hmm.

(Dylan clears his throat)

Talk.

♪ At the sight... ♪

I guess if anyone would understand, it would be you.

I'm listening.

(sighs)

I never told you this, bro...

♪ Christ the savior is born... ♪

I'm adopted.

Wow.

My whole life, I thought I was Samantha Sanders' son.

And suddenly, I wasn't.

And so?

I want to find my real parents.

I want to know who they are, where they came from.

Why they gave me up.

Are you... are you sure that's such a good idea, man?

I've got to know.

Just because

there's some woman out there

who-who is your biological mother,

doesn't mean that-that you can find her

and have a relationship with her just because you want to.

I've been there.

♪ Silent night ♪ I know.

♪ Holy night ♪

So, Samantha Sanders didn't give birth to you,

but, hey, man, she's always been there for you.

That's got to count for something.

♪ Radiant beams from Thy holy face... ♪

(sniffling)

Hello, gorgeous.

Mom, shouldn't you be at the studio?

I'm not doing the show, Steve.

What?

I know what happened.

What Chuckie did to you.

Baby...

I'm so sorry.

So very sorry.

All those years I made you be nice to that little bastard.

But you don't have to be nice to him anymore.

(teary): Love you, Mom.

I love you, baby.

(crying)

I know this may be hard,

but I have to know where I came from.

What?

My mother.

Who's my real mother?

Oh.

(laughs)

I've dreaded this moment for 17 years.

It's why

I waited so long to tell you the truth.

I... I'm scared, Steve.

I just don't want to lose you.

(indistinct chatter)

(dance music plays)

Wow. David, how'd you get this great parking spot?

Uh, it's one of the perks of coming to the dance with me.

Yeah.

You're nervous, aren't you?

No. What do I have to be nervous about?

Well, this is kind of a big deal.

I mean, it's our first big social event... together.

It's just a dance.

You mean, you don't feel weird at all going out with me?

Well, we're not going out.

Oh.

You mean, we came here together,

but we're not really together.

No, I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

Uh, come on.

Let's go inside and get this over with.

(laughs nervously)

No, David, wait.

Look... I'm proud to be going to this dance

with the best dancer at West Beverly.

Really?

Yeah.

(laughs quietly)

Thanks.

Oh, David.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

I'm, I'm really sorry.

I, I don't know what, what got into me.

Uh, it's okay.

Uh, why don't we just go in, okay?

Steve.

I'm sorry.

I know.

I'm sorry, too.

I don't want to hurt you, but I gotta do this.

I know.

The only thing they told me was your mother's name.

Karen Brown.

Karen Brown.

My mother's name was Karen?

I wish I could tell you more.

All I know is that she was very young.

And she must have been very beautiful.

She came from a little town

somewhere outside of Albuquerque.

That's where you were born.

I've gotta go there.

Where?

To New Mexico.

I've got to do this.

Now?

Now, tonight.

♪ On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me ♪

♪ A partridge in a pear tree ♪

♪ On the second day of Christmas... ♪

There's a lot of people.

I don't see Kelly.

♪ Two turtledoves... ♪

Well, there's Chuckie, uh...

She's gotta be around here somewhere.

♪ On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave... ♪

(doorbell rings)

Kelly, what are you doing here?

I thought you were going to the dance with Chuckie.

I stood him up.

I heard what he did to you

and this was the best way I could think of to get even.

Thanks, Kel.

Do you want to go for a drive?

It's a nice night.

Yeah, I do.

Just let me throw a few things together.

(sighs): God, I love California.

Do you know what some kids would give to drive around

with the top down in December?

They'd buy tickets to this kind of weather.

Yeah, I guess we are pretty lucky.

You know, I still don't believe

you're taking the bus, Steve.

I mean, your mom just bought you a brand new Corvette.

Well, hey, I'm going to a tiny town

somewhere in the middle of nowhere, New Mexico.

I just think it'd be best if I left Beverly Hills behind.

Why don't you let me drive you to New Mexico?

I mean, you don't have to take the bus.

Well, thanks, Kel,

but that wouldn't exactly be leaving things behind.

I guess you're right.

What time did you say

your bus leaves? Midnight.

That gives us two hours.

I know a few people who'd like to say good-bye.

Okay.

Yeah? Good.

♪ Three French hens, two turtledoves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree... ♪

I love Christmas.

Yeah, especially Christmas break.

And you know what?

This Christmas, you're gonna be spending it with us.

Okay, but, Bren,

you gotta promise me that your dad,

he's not gonna dress up like Santa Claus.

That I can't promise.

♪ On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me ♪

♪ Five golden rings ♪

Hi, Brandon.

Hey, Mr. Chapman.

Merry Christmas.

♪ Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree... ♪

Uh, listen, Brandon.

You were, you were right about the story.

It was gossip, pure and simple,

and I'm not running it.

Good for you, Andrea, but, uh,

leave business behind for one night, huh?

Okay.

You, uh, want to dance?

You know I don't dance.

Do you drink punch?

Yeah, I do drink punch, definitely.

Then start pouring.

I don't think I should be here.

I'm suspended.

Steve, when was the last time you listened

to some stupid rule?

Would you look at that?

Oh. Hi-ho, Silver.

Now that's what I call friendly.

Yeah.

I mean, if that's her idea of a platonic relationship,

I would love to see what happens

when she decides to get physical.

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

Wow.

Yeah, wow.

Okay?

See, I like him,

and if any of you have a problem with that,

that's too bad.

♪ It starts when your heart starts pounding ♪

Isn't that sweet?

Yeah, it is.

♪ I can see it when I look in your eyes ♪

♪ Your heart beats fast and it feels too right ♪

(laughing): Ooh.

You stood me up.

I thought we had a date.

I don't go out with people who hurt my friends.

Okay, have it your way.

You better be careful.

Someone might think you like me.

Let's dance.

♪ I hear what you're saying ♪

♪ When you look that way ♪

♪ Don't you think it shows? ♪

♪ You're so easy to read... ♪

I hate to break this up, Steve.

Mr. Chapman....

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Come on.

I'm already suspended.

What, are you gonna expel me from a dance?

Come on, guys, there's no need to make a scene.

Yes, there is.

I gotta catch a bus.

Steve, wait, we'll all go with you.

Uh, we will? Where?

Taking buses now, Steve?

What's the matter?

Mommy take away your wheels?

♪ I know you knew it from the very start ♪

♪ I could be the one to break your heart ♪

♪ I can feel it when you hold me tight... ♪

You know what you are, Wilson?

No, big man, why don't you tell me?

You're a has-been.

♪ I could be the one to break your heart ♪

MAN: Ho-ho, faked him out.

MAN (over P.A.): The overnight bus

to Santa Clarita, San Simeon and San Francisco

is ready for boarding at Gate Four.

I can't believe I never knew Steve was adopted.

Nobody knew except me and Kelly.

I hope he's doing the right thing.

He's doing what he's got to do.

I got my ticket.

I hope they're round-trip tickets.

The Midnight Stratocruiser to Flagstaff,

Gallup, Albuquerque, Tucumcari,

and Amarillo is ready for boarding at Gate Three.

That's my ride.

Good luck, pal.

We love you, Steve.

I love you guys.

No matter who or what you find out there,

we'll always be your family.

♪ Sometimes you take a turn ♪

♪ Before you realize ♪

♪ You're somewhere you don't know ♪

♪ And when you finally find ♪

♪ The road to get you back ♪

♪ You've got so far to go ♪

♪ But there's a hand reaching out ♪

♪ Baby, that's what love's about ♪

♪ I'll bring you back ♪

♪ I will do anything ♪

♪ That brings you back again ♪

♪ Here with me ♪

♪ I'll bring you back ♪

♪ The way it used to be ♪

♪ When everything was good ♪

♪ Just you and me ♪

♪ So give me all the blame ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't really care ♪

♪ I only want what's right. ♪