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(panting)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

You always try to be optimistic

on the first day of practice,

but I honestly think

this year's team has a legitimate shot

of going all the way.

Well, no offense, Coach,

but, uh, you did say that about the football team

and they went one and eight, remember?

Please. (chuckles)

You're a great sports editor.

The truth is-- this is off the record--

we need help in the relays.

Lots of help.

So if you have any suggestions...

Well, I was on the Frosh-Soph team back

in Minnesota. Really?

Well, maybe you should come out for the team.

(laughing): Yeah right.

(grunts)

Woo! All right. Yeah!

Cahill, come on, cut it out.

You're gonna demoralize the rest of the team.

Sorry, Coach.

Did Chapman say anything about me?

Yeah.

He said you mean well.

No, really, what did he say about the relay team?

Nothing really.

He said we stink, didn't he?

Look, Steve...

(whistle blows) You know, if I get cut

from one more sport team this season,

I swear... Hey, come on.

You're a good athlete, it's a long season.

You just got to think positively.

MAN: Let's go guys.

What doe she see in that guy?

All right, so when am I gonna see

you girls start working out?

I don't do that. I have a note.

Ah, well, what about you Kelly?

I start jogging at 6:45.

Mm, that sounds a little too serious for me.

Oh, yeah, like you need your beauty sleep.

Bye, Kyle.

He is so cute.

You know, when you two were going out last summer,

I thought for sure you'd become

the new campus couple or something.

Well, we're still good friends.

Yeah.

There's something I've never told anyone.

What?

(sighs)

Kelly...

I've never slept with a girl before.

So, you're a virgin.

It's no big deal.

No, you don't get it.

Look, Kel, I...

I've never slept with a girl before,

and I don't know if I want to.

Look, um,

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

Sure, I understand.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause I trust you.

(car horn honking)

Oh, good, Mister!

Stop short to look at nothing!

God, what a jerk!

It's... It's okay, honey.

It's a green light.

Oh, yeah.

So, anyway, what were we talking about?

Uh, what a safe and sane driver you are.

Oh, exactly. I mean, so what

if I didn't pass my test the first time,

or the third time?

What matters is that I have my license now,

and it really bothers me that

Brandon won't let me drive his car,

and that he's still teasing me about my driving,

so I would like for you and Dad to tell him to stop.

We'll talk to him about it.

Uh, uh, don't you want to turn here?

Why?

Uh, we live on that street.

(chuckles)

(indistinct chatter)

Wedgie!

ALL (chanting): Wedgie, wedgie, wedgie, wedgie...

Hey, come on guys.

Hey!

(chanting continues)

Hey, hey, come on, guys. What'd I do?

You wrote we couldn't block.

You wrote we couldn't tackle.

You wrote our game against Beverly was embarrassing.

And "As exciting as a bingo game

in an old folk's home"?

Hey, I happen to like bingo.

Don't you guys believe in freedom of the press?

What about our right to hang you on the wall by your underwear?

ALL: Wedgie!

Wedgie! Wedgie!

Wedgie! Hey!

Wedgie! Wedgie!

Hey, Steve! Steve, hey buddy, come on, do something!

Wedgie! Wedgie! Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys.

All right,

on three.

Wedgie...

ALL: Wedgie... Wedgie!

(screaming)

All right, people, you know the drill:

shower up,

towel off and go home.

(all laughing)

Brandon, you all right, man?

Yeah, I'm riding a little high,

but I think I'll live to write about it.

Write about it?

Didn't you learn your lesson, Walsh?

You're a funny guy, Miller.

(laughs)

Thanks, buddy. Oh!

Hey, come on, I'm a jock.

Yeah, who I can outskate, outshoot

and probably outrun.

I don't know, Walsh.

You know what they say, "Those who can, do,

and those who can't, write about it."

Ooh... Ah...

So I walked into Chapman's office

and asked him if he was serious about letting me try out.

He said yes, so we went out to the track

and he timed me.

He's got me down for the 440 relay.

Way to go!

Now you'll be writing about sports from the inside.

I don't know, Andrea.

I don't think I should.

Why not?

It wouldn't be ethical.

Of course, it is. Look at Tim Green.

He plays for the Atlanta Falcons

and he's a sports commentator on National Public Radio.

Yeah, between working at the Pit and the newspaper

and a full class load, something's gotta give.

So what you're saying is you don't want

to write for the paper anymore.

I just don't know if I'm cut out

to be a reporter anymore.

What're you talking about, Brandon?

You're an excellent reporter.

But I don't like doing it.

I don't like going up to a guy

after he's just blown the big game and ask him how he feels

or coming up with a new way

to say "They lost again."

I'm a good athlete. I want a chance to prove it. Okay, okay.

I get the picture...

you jock.

You free agent, you.

Thanks, Andrea.

You know, Griffin could probably write my column.

Or maybe I'll start writing sports.

You in a locker room?

I can't picture it.

I can.

So, in light of the fact

that I am fully prepared to pay all my expenses,

I propose that I be allowed to drive Brandon's car

whenever he's not using it.

I think that's fair, right, Dad?

Well, I...

Great, then it's settled.

You guys can tell Brandon as soon as he gets home.

(keys jingle)

Well, it sounds like a reasonable request.

That's because you've never driven with her.

Cindy...

All I'm saying is, honey,

you might want to take a little spin around the block

before you agree to anything.

Honey, she'll never get the confidence

to be a good driver if she doesn't think we trust her.

(sneezes)

Gesundheit. Thank you.

Are you getting a cold?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Hi, guys, sorry I'm late.

BRENDA: It's okay.

So, Brandon, um,

Mom and Dad and I have decided

that when you're not using your car,

I should be allowed to use it.

Okay.

Now, before you give me your answer...

Did you say okay?

Yeah, I mean as long as you pay for repairs

and I don't have to ride with you, why should I care?

(squeals): Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

I'm gonna go call, uh, Kelly.

No, Donna.

I'll call Dylan. (giggles)

Are you feeling okay?

Yep. Sho' nuff.

And I got a new pair of track shoes to prove it.

Brandon, Coach has you running the second leg of the 440.

Yeah, I know.

That was my position.

Look, Steve, I'm sorry, I...

Hey, way to go, Walsh.

The relay team never looked better, man.

Thanks a lot, Connor.

Don't worry. He cools down quick.

Oh, don't even tell me you're trying out

for the track team, too?

No, man, it's them organized sports,

they're too competitive for me.

Whoa, spoken like a true surfer boy.

Yeah. I can't believe you caved on me, man.

Huh?

You were my last line of defense.

What're you talking about?

Look, if you're gonna let Brenda

drive around in your 'Stang,

that's one thing, but sooner or later

she's gonna wanna drive my Porsche,

and I just don't think the relationship is that strong.

Dylan, in defense of Brenda,

she's not that bad a driver.

(music playing)

(radio stations changing)

David, what are you doing?

I'm changing the station.

No. Go back. I love that song.

But you like this song, too.

No. I hate this song.

Just put on your seat belt and shut up, David.

Donna, I just want to put on one song.

BRENDA: Would you two cool it?

(horn honking)

Green light.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Tell me this isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

Donna, what am I going to do?

You better go talk to her.

I am so sorry.

I didn't think my car was moving,

and suddenly, well, it was too late.

Don't worry. It'll be all right.

Well, I want you to know, right up front,

that this is all my fault.

I mean, completely my fault.

I guess we're supposed to report it to the insurance company

or the police or something?

Oh, well, I don't think that that will be necessary.

Really? Why should we?

I mean, my bumper isn't damaged,

and your car just has that little ding.

Well, it's my brother's car.

I'll bet he doesn't even notice.

Thanks for being so understanding. Oh, please.

Although I suppose we should exchange phone numbers

in case either one of us wind up in traction.

I'll get a pen.

Okay.

(yelling)

Pump it up, Burke!

Learn from the master.

The power broker!

Listen to you guys.

Aren't you impressed?

Yeah, I'm impressed.

You going to do another set?

It's all yours, Walsh. Thanks.

Although I don't know.

It's a mighty big machine

for such a little tyke like you.

Gosh, you're right, Burke.

I guess I should go in the bathroom

and pump myself full of steroids

so I can grow up to be a big bad lug

like you.

Let's go, ladies!

We've got a rendezvous with destiny!

We being set up here, Sanders?

'Cause, if we are, you better come clean right now.

What are you talking about?

Well, guess. Tony,

he's not with the program.

I haven't had a chance to talk to him.

Look, Steve...

In sports, winning isn't everything.

It's the only thing. Right?

They don't give scholarships for coming in fourth place.

Tell me something I don't know.

So when Beverly kicked our butts this year,

the people in this room vowed

we had way too much pride to ever

let that happen again.

And that's when we formed the Power Pack.

Kyle, how many seconds you shave off your two-mile

since you joined the program?

About 20.

And I'm ahead of my personal best by almost a foot.

And we can thank mother's little helper for that.

You guys are doing steroids?

It's not what you think.

This is pure pharmaceutical quality.

Controlled doses designed to peak

in mid-May for the state relays in Sacramento.

And then it's over, except for the cheering.

There's some real risk with that stuff.

(high voice): You talking about side effects?

Look, man, we're not about to take those kind of chances.

And, if you stick with the program, you can't get hurt.

And with a little extra kick in your stride,

you could be anchoring the relay team.

That's what you want, isn't it, Sanders?

I really just want to letter in something before I graduate.

So, do you want to get with the program?

Oh, hell, I'll try anything once.

All right!

The Power Pack!

All right, what are we going to do about Walsh?

Brandon's cool. You know, he just wants a letter, same as me.

I trust that guy about as far as I can spit.

So Sanders can talk to him, get him to join the program.

Yeah. I'll talk to him.

All right, you just be careful.

If anybody finds out about this, we're all off the team.

And probably kicked out of school.

We can kiss our scholarships good-bye.

Gentlemen, let's not get paranoid, okay?

The candy man is here.

BRENDA: Donna, what am I going to do?

What am I going to say?

Bren, it's just a little ding.

I'm sure he'll never notice.

You don't know my brother.

I mean, he is completely anal when it comes to his car.

He will see it.

He will torture me, and he will enjoy torturing me.

Well, then, don't say anything,

and when he asks you about it,

play dumb, pretend you don't know what he's talking about.

That's not going to work.

Why not? You're a great actress.

Yeah, onstage, in summer school.

But in real life, I am the world's worst liar,

especially when it comes to Brandon.

But, Brenda, he's never going to let you drive his car again.

Donna, right now, I don't want to drive any car again.

Bren, don't be like that.

You're a good driver.

Well, you're improving.

(door closes)

Oh, God. The torture begins.

Hi, Brandon.

Brenda!

Just the person I've been looking for.

I saw the car out in the driveway...

Yeah, look. I'm really...

Congratulations.

You defied a basic law of nature.

You got it back here in one piece.

I even called Ripley's and they don't believe it either.

Wait, Brandon. About the car...

Sorry, Bren. No can do.

Excuse me?

Let me guess-- you want to know

if you can drive me to the Pit tonight so you can have the car.

How did you know?

I can read you like a book, Sis.

See you later, Donna.

Bye, Brandon.

I was going to tell him.

I really was.

I don't blame you.

Where you going?

To bed.

Okay. If you insist, I'll join you.

Nice try.

Well, then why don't you stay here and join me?

Sorry. I'm getting up at 6:00 to run with Kyle.

You guys are doing it,

aren't you?

Steve, why is it that,

every time I try to give you the benefit of the doubt,

you always manage to remind me

why it is I broke up with you in the first place?

Well, that seemed very cordial.

Yeah, really.

She always seems to bring out the best in me anyway.

So, what will it be, buddy?

Peach pie? Chocolate shake?

No way! I'm in training just like you, man.

Even though Chapman thinks

I'm an expendable item, I don't care.

Listen, I didn't mean to ace you out of anything.

The season's young, so be warned.

Come this time next May, you'll be eating my dust.

Steve, get real.

Nobody from West Beverly

is going to make the state finals.

What about Cahill?

Aw, he's a long shot, but maybe.

I just wish I knew what it was about me

that gets him so jacked.

Well, that's what you get for being a reporter, Brandon.

Yeah, but I'm not anymore. I'm right there

in the trenches with the rest of the team.

Give it time.

You just got to get with the program.

I'm trying,

but you saw what happened today in the weight room.

I make one little joke about anabolic steroids

and Cahill and Miller shoot me the big stink eye.

That's because steroids are something

you should never joke about.

Why not?

I mean, unless...

unless you get tweaked on the stuff,

what's the big deal?

The big deal is that steroids are a serious business!

Are you kidding?

Steroids are a very dangerous business!

Haven't you read any of the horror stories?

Look, there's a downside to everything.

If you use it in a limited way,

all they do is give you a little competitive edge.

Steve, don't take this the wrong way,

but that's about the stupidest thing

you ever said to me!

They're hormones, man!

They make you irrational and violent!

They cause liver disease and sterility.

Right, and you know

all there is to know about everything,

right, Brandon Walsh?

It's no wonder those guys don't like you.

Steve...

Hi. Thanks for coming.

No problem.

Are you okay? You look like

you just lost your best friend.

Believe me, it might come to that.

You want anything? Soda? Pie?

No, I'm fine.

So what's going on?

Suppose I came to you

with an article documenting steroid use

in the athletic department.

Would you run it?

Are you kidding?

Of course I would.

Do you have something you want to show me?

No, no, no. It's not a story yet. Just a hunch.

Does that mean you're back on the paper?

Did I ever leave?

Well, on behalf of the Editorial Board,

you can still be on the team.

Yeah, I can see it now.

"Excuse me. I'm writing a major expose

"that could potentially ruin your life.

Can you pass me the baton, and be my friend?"

So much for being just one of the guys.

I know how you feel. I had to go undercover

to break the story on the cafeteria food thing.

So what's it like to keep secrets from your friends?

I can't think of anything else in the world

that can make you feel so alone.

I can't believe you run six miles every morning.

Yeah, and 12 on weekends.

It's the Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner kind of thing.

You know how it is. Right, Kel?

Okay, what do you say?

Oh, thank God!

Hey, you did good.

I'm sorry if I slowed you down.

No, no. It's just nice being with you, Kel.

Not having to impress anybody.

Just being myself, you know?

Come on.

Hey, Burke. How's it going?

You tell me.

Did you talk to Walsh?

Ah, yeah, I did.

So...?

Well, I wouldn't exactly count on him for the program,

but you definitely have nothing to worry about.

Look, I know Brandon a lot better than you do.

He's a great guy. You can trust him,

I swear. Look, Steve,

what exactly did you tell him about the program?

Nothing.

I didn't say a word.

Good. What do you say we keep it that way, okay?

No problem.

One more.

Come on, buddy, push it, push it, push it, push it.

Push, you got it. Good man.

Hey, Steve.

Hey, Brandon.

All right, Brandon, now you give me ten big ones, man.

Third set.

All right.

You got it?

One...

two...

three... keep 'em even.

Four...

five... steady.

Six...

Come on, you got it.

(grunts) All right, Big B.

You got it.

(groans): Oh!

Oh, man, that was really weak.

Hell, man, you're working hard.

It'll happen for you.

I just wish there was a way

to make it happen sooner than later.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Steady may win, but slow loses every time.

I hear ya.

Is there anything you can recommend

to boost my performance?

Kick me into high gear?

Sure.

Eat right, get plenty of rest,

and once every day...

down a gallon of Geritol.

(chuckling)

I always wondered what the secret of your success was.

There's no secrets on this team, Walsh.

And there's no short cuts either.

What do I always say, Tony?

No pain, no gain.

See?

If you were writing an article for the paper,

you could quote me on that.

From the three-point line.

Swish!

See that, guys? I should've gone out for the basketball team.

Gee, I thought you went out for that team

last year.

Gee, I thought you valued your life.

(telephone ringing)

Oh, if that's Keifer Sutherland,

tell him that I'm a little busy.

Hello, Keifer?

No, ma'am, you, uh, you dialed correctly.

Who would you like to speak to?

Yeah, just a minute, please.

It's for Brenda Walsh's father.

Hello, Jim Walsh here.

Yes, I'm Brenda's father.

Accident? What accident?

The real reason I didn't say anything

is 'cause since everyone already thinks

I'm such a lousy driver...

Which you've just proved in spades.

Look, I didn't prove anything.

Why do you think they call it an "accident," Brandon?

I don't know, Bren, you're the expert.

Brandon!

Dad, do you see what I'm talking about?

Brenda, it's Brandon's car,

and it's carried on my insurance.

So you had an obligation to both of us

to tell us what happened.

Look, I know. I'm sorry.

I should've and I would've,

but it practically didn't even seem like a real accident.

Brenda, this poor woman is describing

a very serious case of whiplash.

Well, it certainly didn't seem like that at the time.

Whiplash can take a while to show up.

(telephone rings)

If that's Keifer, I'll just tell him

to take his car straight over to the body shop.

Hello?

Yeah, how you doing?

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Well, how 'bout tonight?

Hey, man, how you doing?

Come on, let's walk, it's freezing.

Sure.

Why are we being so secretive?

Believe me, Brandon,

I don't like keeping secrets.

That's kind of why I'm here.

I heard what you were asking about

today in the weight room.

About improving your performance and stuff?

Yeah.

I know what you were getting at.

You want to know where

you could score some steroids, right?

Yeah.

Come on, Brandon, you don't

really want to get into that stuff, do you?

Hey, I just want a little competitive edge.

No, what you're really doing

is an article for The Blaze, right?

How'd you figure that out?

I'm pretty good at reading people,

especially when they got a secret to hide.

So what are you saying to me?

Are you telling me that no one

on the track team is doing steroids?

No, man, I'm telling you a lot of people are taking 'em.

Things are getting out of control.

It's gotta stop before someone gets hurt.

So are you willing to talk to me about it?

Brandon, I'm not gonna name names.

And you gotta keep my name out of it, too.

No one will ever know we talked. I give you my word on that.

Okay, what do you want to know?

So, Bren, did you get grounded, or what?

Well, not exactly.

My dad was pretty cool about the accident.

Although he did say it would be in the best interest

if I didn't drive again until hell freezes over.

Wow, that would take a long time.

Psych!

Hello, young sibling.

Brandon.

Yeah, Steve. What's up?

Look, I just want to say I'm sorry

for what happened the other night at the Peach Pit.

I don't know what came over me.

Hey, forget about it, man.

No, I really been thinking about this.

And you're my best friend, man.

And I, I just didn't want to get caught up

in the middle of you and Burke.

I just wish it could be like the way things were

before we got into this competitive stuff.

You going down to the gym?

Yeah.

All right, I'll see you there.

Hey, I was just rereading your piece, Bran.

I gotta tell you, you have some incredible stuff here.

I mean, especially the part where your source describes

the, the pressures of trying to be accepted by the other guys.

It really...

Look, Andrea,

I'm having second thoughts

about running the article.

It's a little late for that, don't you think?

We're supposed to be in Chapman's office

in the next five minutes. Yeah, I know.

You said you wanted to show him the piece and get a quote,

as long as we didn't reveal who your source was.

I know what I said, Andrea, but...

There's this guy on the team

that I'm pretty sure is involved...

on the fringes, if at all,

and I just don't want him to get busted.

That's all.

I can barely look at myself in the mirror as it is.

(sighs): Look.

Would it... Would it help if

I were to be the point person on this story from here on out?

The thought has crossed my mind.

Whatever you want is okay with me.

(school bell rings)

Thanks.

I was beginning to give up on you, man.

I hope you ate your Wheaties

'cause Chapman's timing the sprinters.

Look, you didn't hear it from me,

but The Blaze is publishing an article

about steroid use in the athletic department.

Oh, my God! So, if you got any 'roids in your locker,

I suggest you ditch 'em real quick.

Man, I don't believe you.

Just do it, Steve.

Believe me, gentlemen,

if I had the resources at my disposal,

each and every one of you

would be standing in line in the bathroom

with a plastic cup in your hand.

But testing for steroids is not a practical option.

And it's not going to solve the problem,

if there is indeed a problem.

Judging from what Andrea has shown me,

we indeed do have a problem on our hands,

don't we, gentlemen?

Now until the rest of you who are using it--

and you know who you are--

until you come forward to stop this recklessness,

there will be no practice today. Or tomorrow.

Or the day after that.

And if we have to forfeit the whole season, so be it.

I will be in my office the rest of the day.

You're a dead man, Sanders.

It wasn't me. Prove it.

You prove it!

Hey, both of you, shut up, okay?

Now Chapman's not going to forfeit a whole season

trying to prove a point he can't prove.

So as long as we keep cool,

we've got nothing to worry about.

Or do we?

No.

I hope you're telling the truth.

You tell your friend Walsh he better watch his back.

Kyle, I didn't tell anybody, you gotta believe me.

Kyle, let's go.

(doorbell rings)

I should've bought her the other flowers. Bren, these are beautiful.

Besides, the bigger baskets, the guy at the florist said

they were more appropriate for a funeral.

Yeah, well, you didn't hear

what she sounded like on the phone.

(door opens)

Oh, God.

Oh, you were so sweet to bring these.

Oh, thank you.

Come in, please.

I'm Rosemary Winters.

Um, Dylan McKay.

Sorry about everything.

Oh, well, these things happen.

(laughs): I just wish they'd stop happening to me.

I feel so awful.

(laughs): I know you do, sweetie.

Uh, can I get you kids anything?

I'm fine, thanks. No, we just came to drop these off

and see if there's anything that we can do for you.

Well, that depends on how much influence

you have with your father.

What do you mean?

Well, with the lawsuit pending,

I've been advised not to say anything.

Lawsuit? What lawsuit?

Don't worry about it-- it sounds worse than it is.

Although with the insurance companies involved,

I don't know how that's going to affect your driving record.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry, Brenda.

I shouldn't be saying anything.

Rosemary, please, you've got

to tell me what's going on.

When I called your father...

I-I was hoping that we could...

solve this privately,

with a modest amount that would basically pay

for my physical therapy,

and a small amount for my pain and suffering.

Well, he should pay you-- I mean,

he knows the accident was my fault.

Well, I would've thought that,

but he insists on going through his insurance company,

and that really doesn't leave me with any choice but to...

(gasps in pain)

You okay?

It's... it's just a small spasm.

It'll pass. (groans)

I've got to talk to my dad.

Brenda, I don't want you to get into any trouble on my account.

No, it's okay.

Look, my Dad and I are very close,

and once he knows the facts,

you'll see what a different person he'll become.

I can't believe that you are standing up for a woman

who is threatening to bring a $1 million claim against us!

That's highway robbery!

I can't believe that you would use the insurance company

to get out of paying what we owe her!

Brenda, that is not the way the insurance companies work! Oh, that's right, Dad.

They just rip off

poor, defenseless women who they won't

even insure in the first place!

Is that what she told you?

Because that's absolutely ridiculous!

(sneezes) God bless you!

Thank you!

You know, Dad, you taught us to be compassionate,

to tell the truth, and take responsibility for our actions!

If you want to take responsibility for something,

let's remember who hit what car

and then kept it a secret from the rest of the family.

Let's take responsibility for that!

When are you gonna understand that there are just some things

that you don't have the experience to handle yet?

You mean like driving?

JIM (sighs): Oh, honey.

Yeah.

You guys sitting this one out, huh?

(groans) Oh, yeah.

Brenda, driving--

it's not really a great subject right now.

Especially when your father's sick.

Well, good-bye and good luck. (chuckles)

Listen, man, you working? Yeah, it's Thursday.

Uh, how's life in the fast lane going?

You know, track team? Is it fun?

Is it what you expected?

Fun's not a word that comes to mind.

Let's just say it's not what I expected.

Uh-oh, sweet-tooth time at the Taylor house, huh?

Yeah, it's true-- my mom's been on a rampage lately.

Well, enjoy it while it lasts.

Brandon.

Steve, what are you doing here in the Peach Pit?

We got to talk. It's just not a good time.

Brandon, time is running out for both of us.

I don't know about you,

but I don't want to get my face kicked in.

By who?

Miller? Burke?

You never stop being a reporter, do you?

When you told everyone you quit The Blaze,

that was just a bunch of bull, huh? No, Steve, that was the truth.

I wanted to be on the track team more than anything,

but when I started seeing my best friend's personality

starting to change right before my eyes,

I thought maybe he'd gotten into something he didn't understand.

So I asked a few questions,

and, hey, Ma, lookie what I found.

(exhales)

How deep are you into it?

I just started a cycle.

It's no biggie.

But when I read the pamphlet the coach handed out

I decided it definitely wasn't worth it.

I tried to tell you that. I know,

and I appreciate that-- but what I have to do now is prove

that I'm not the guy who blabbed.

(sighs): That's not gonna be easy, Steve.

Well, sure it is-- all we have to do is get Andrea

to write something that says I'm not the guy she talked to.

It won't work.

Come on, of course it's gonna work.

She's in love with you, man-- she'll do anything

you ask her to do. Except compromise the identity of a news source.

Well, this isn't compromising anything.

I can't do it, Steve. I'm sorry.

Well, then when you get right down to it,

what you're saying is that protecting a news source

is more important to you than protecting your best friend?

No, I'm saying that I gave this guy my word.

I can't go back on that now. Thanks a lot, Brandon.

Steve, come...

That's it-- from here on in,

for now and forever, you're on your own.

We ordered pecan, and they gave us boysenberry.

Hey, Kyle.

Hey. I warned you exercise could be

habit-forming. I'm not gonna run today.

Oh, what, you got up this early

to keep me company? No, actually, um, I was hoping

maybe you could explain to me

what's going on with the track team.

I mean, there are all these rumors floating around,

and I just wanted to get the real story.

Well, it's hard to say. What do you hear?

Well, I don't know if this is right or not, but...

I guess some of the guys on the team are accusing Steve

of helping Andrea write some article about steroids.

And he's totally freaked out, because he thinks these guys

are gonna kill him. Yeah, I know all about it, Kel.

What do you want to know exactly?

Well... first of all, I don't understand

why someone would get involved with this stuff?

There are a lot of reasons, I guess.

Uh... pump up, get a hard body, get a competitive edge.

It depends. Well, if they work out every morning,

won't they get the same results, like you?

In time, I guess. I don't know.

Look, I got to run, Kel.

It's just... if you could say anything

to these guys to help clear Steve's name

that would really mean a lot to me, Kyle.

I'll see what I can do.

I know he's been cold to you in the past, but...

that's just because he gets so jealous sometimes, you know? (laughs)

Jealous? Are you sure you got the right guy?

Well, you lettered in football.

No, seriously,

he... he knows how much I like you,

and how much I respect you.

Sure, Kel.

STEVE: It's gonna cause me grave bodily damage...

Your name is not even mentioned in the article, so I...

Well, I know, but it's kind of implied...

Hey, little big man!

Did you understand that Spanish homework?

Si, senor. I don't suppose I could compare it to mine?

You don't mean copy it.

Si, senor.

(chuckles)

Bren, your father was very explicit--

no more contact with Rosemary.

Yeah, well, that's easy for him to say.

He's not the one who caused her to be immobilized.

All right, fine, you want to go, you go.

I am not gonna be an accomplice.

Fine, be absurd. Don't drive me.

I'll take the bus. Brend... Bren!

STEVE: Andrea, yes or no.

Are you gonna print my statement or not?!

Not until after we print our story, which might not happen.

Like I told you, I promised Mr. Chapman if somebody...

Yeah... Hey, big guy, want to go chew some nails?

No. What I'd like to do is take Andrea

and stuff her down Brandon's throat.

And they're your friends--

imagine what you'd do to your enemies.

No, they are not my friends.

They're more interested in putting a newspaper out.

Whoa, wait, what's happening, man?

I've been a little out of the loop lately.

It's a long story.

The bottom line is, they're organizing a witch hunt

to find out who's doing steroids on the track team.

Steroids?

That stuff will shrink your gonads, man.

Yeah, I know all about it.

Okay, so let's talk about Brandon Walsh for a second.

He's not exactly a "witch hunt" type of guy,

and if you were in trouble, he'd be there for you.

Goes for me, too.

Thanks, man.

Thanks.

(dance music playing inside house)

(rings doorbell)

(music continues)

(music continues)

JIM: Oh, yeah, my daughter actually saw her

aerobicizing in front of the TV.

Oh, thanks for everything, Ernie.

Oh, yeah, drinking lots of tea and all that, you know.

Thanks again. Bye.

Turns out this "poor, defenseless woman"

is a scam artist.

She's claimed 14 accidents in the last three years.

That's why she wouldn't go through my insurance company. Wow.

Yeah, she's even been convicted

of backing into another car to initiate a phony claim.

Well, then she might have caused the accident, not me.

She probably did.

Well, then I'm not a bad driver; I'm a good driver.

Which there's no reason in the world why I shouldn't

just get out there and start driving again.

Well, with your permission, of course.

(sneezes)

(sniffles)

God bless you.

Thank you.

(blows nose)

Practice has been cancelled again.

Aw, damn it to hell!

This is not gonna blow over, Cahill, it just isn't!

Chapman is gonna take us to the mat on this.

Any bets?

What are you gonna do?

(panting)

Sanders, you got a minute?

He's got a minute.

Then let's take a walk.

Guys, I can prove I'm not the one who talked.

It's okay-- we're way past that now.

What we need from you is a favor. What kind of favor?

You're a team player, aren't you, Sanders?

I mean, you want us to win the league title

no matter what, right?

So here's the deal--

you tell Chapman you started dipping

'cause of how much you wanted to make the team,

that you only did it by yourself,

and that you're never gonna do it again.

What are you saying, you want me to take the fall?

Yeah, somebody's got to do it,

and Chapman isn't gonna punish you. And neither will we.

Hey... Look, one way or another

you're gonna take a fall, Sanders.

No way!

Hey. Hey!

Hey, get rid of him.

KYLE: Burke! Look, I'm warning you!

Burke, man, leave him alone, all right?

Stay out of it, Connor. No, I'm in it, man!

I cracked! I'm the one who told Brandon!

It's me, guys-- I'm the one you want to kill.

BURKE: Don't blow this, Kyle.

I can't keep living a lie, man, and neither can you.

KELLY: So, it was heavy?

Yeah, it was definitely intense.

Sounds like it.

Yeah, then they went into Chapman's office

and closed the door for 45 minutes.

Then what happened? Well, I don't know. I left.

What, you're not gonna write about it?

Ha, ha, ha.

No, seriously, what do you guys

think is gonna happen to them?

Well, I don't think anyone'll get kicked out of school,

but I don't think we should expect too much

from the track team this year.

Well, actually I heard the relay team was pretty good.

(laughs)

Well, I'm gonna go call Kyle.

I feel kind of bad for him.

I think he'll be okay.

Yeah, he'll be all right.

See ya. Bye.

Oh! Wait a minute. Don't leave.

We have an announcement to make.

Uh-oh.

Tell 'em. Today was a history- making event.

Brenda Walsh drove her first Porsche.

Look out!

Surrender, Dorothy!

Thank you.

So in order to celebrate, I would like the keys,

so I can take Donna and David to the movies.

My keys?

Yes, please.

To my car?

Yes.

I got a really bad feeling about this one.

(laughs)

Ah.

D, can you give me a ride home? Sure, man.

Ah. Let's not forget what happened last time now, okay?

(clears throat)

So, did she grind the gears?

(scoffs): Every time.

I had a feeling.

(loud crash)

(relieved sigh)

(laughter)