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♪ Tonight feels right ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Waiting so long ♪

♪ Just to be ♪

♪ With you... ♪

DYLAN: Here we go, ladies and gentlemen.

World class table cup playoffs.

Oh! All right. The action is fast.

It's moving and grooving. Oh! Oh!

Thank you very much.

STEVE: Come on, come on.

DYLAN: Ladies and gentlemen, oh!

Is this live action or what?

(mumbling)

Oh, one of our contestants is a little nervous.

It's young Sanders from Beverly Hills. On the edge!

Obviously outclassed here by world champion...

Hey, hey, hey! Yes!

Ladies and gentlemen...

the Claw! The Claw!

Why don't you and your

"fans" stomp on my dishes next time?

That way they'll be sure to get broken.

Sorry, Nat, the action

just got a little fast and furious, that's all.

Hmm. I'm glad someone's keeping busy around here.

Can we start cleaning up this place,

or do I have to do everything myself?

STEVE: The Peach Pit.

LA's newest fun spot. Hmm.

He's been like this for the last two weeks.

Oh, hey, excuse me, Willie.

Excuse me, Brandon.

Nat, before I forget, we're almost out of mustard.

What happened to that last shipment that was delivered?

It came in about two months ago.

You know how many jars of mustard we go through a week.

No, Brandon.

I haven't a clue how to run this place.

I've just been doing it for the last 20 years.

Look, Nat, if you want to fire me, go ahead, okay?

Just stop biting my head off every time I open my mouth.

Hey.

Come on back.

Come on.

It's not you, believe me.

I'm just going through a little rough patch.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

That's what I get for remodeling this place

just in time for the recession.

Nat, should I start looking for another job?

Nah, you're okay.

You're part-time. I can be

flexible with your hours.

It's Willie I'm worried about.

Why, what's wrong with Willie?

He wants a raise.

I can't blame him.

He's worked here for five years.

He's got a family to support, another on the way.

But I'm practically carrying the guys in the kitchen

as it is now.

Well, you're not gonna fire him, are you?

I don't want to.

But I'm not made of money.

Something's got to give.

Hi, Mom.

Well, hello there.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Like what?

Like the preliminary meeting

of The Teen Advisory Board.

Ah...

WOMAN: Questionnaires are long.

First part is sort of like a demographic.

You know, you're gonna need to ask

people their age, their sex,

their interests...

You think Dad would mind if I let this

become Brenda's thing?

Nice try. Mom, I just can't get psyched

about being a teen consultant for a shopping mall.

Brandon, you promised your father you'd help.

Now this is a very important client.

He's counting on you.

Let me go get the questionnaires, and then you'll see

what I'm talking about. Excuse me.

Hello. Who's that?

Well, why don't you go in and find out?

Besides, your father just saw you.

Brandon, why don't you join us?

Ah, so this is the prodigal son.

Yeah, about 45 minutes later.

Hey, I got held up at work, okay?

Oh, that's a likely story.

You'd better be nice to me

or you're gonna lose your token male.

Does that mean you're going to help pass out questionnaires?

Do I have a choice?

Yes. No.

Well, I'm glad that's cleared up.

Sandwich? No, thanks.

No, thank you.

I must say, this is no ordinary shopping mall.

Well, nothing my father does is ordinary.

Your father is Dixon St. Clair?

Yeah.

Well, I guess it isn't what you know.

And don't you ever forget it.

If those two ever get together,

we could retire. Oh, Jim.

Dad, are they actually going to put a real lake

in the middle of this thing?

That's what the plans call for.

If we can ever get a variance from the zoning board.

Well, that's what we're here for.

You got yourself a heavyweight

client, Dad. Very impressive.

Glad you approve.

Your father's really a great guy.

But I guess you already know that.

He's okay... for a dad.

I just want to know one thing.

How come your dad cares what a bunch of teenagers

think he should put in his shopping mall?

'Cause I asked him to.

I like Marcie. She's very dynamic.

Yes, and she's hitting on my brother.

Oh, Brenda, forget it.

Marcie St. Clair goes to college for God's sakes.

She is the president of her sorority.

Kelly, all sorts of girls have been

throwing themselves at Brandon ever since

we turned 12 years old. You begin to be able

to recognize the signs after awhile.

I don't know exactly. You don't?

No. No, but this...

Just take two minutes. All you have to do

is fill out this questionnaire. Okay.

See, St. Clair Development Company's

conducting a survey on the West Side to determine...

Brandon, why do we need another mall?

It's not just another mall. Oh, I can see that.

It's a "total environmental experience."

Who put you up to this?

BRENDA: Donna, this isn't a quiz.

I mean there are no right or wrong answers.

Yeah, it's not that hard.

Yeah, I mean, they just want to know

what your favorite stores are.

Well...

I like the ones that take credit cards.

I suppose I shouldn't even

ask you to fill out one of these, huh? No.

Andrea, I don't know if they've done

an environmental impact survey.

But if they didn't care about the people or the community,

they wouldn't be bothering with this questionnaire, would they?

What about noise abatement? Traffic control?

Are you gonna fill it out or what?

Okay, let me see, David wants

a music store and a coffee house.

Donna wants high fashion at discount house prices

and a coffee house.

Okay, Steve wants a Ferrari dealership,

a bowling alley, a batting cage,

an IMAX theatre,

and a virtual reality amusement arcade.

What is that? I don't know.

But he also wants a coffee bar.

Well, Bren, you sure called this one.

What?

BRENDA: I see she works fast.

KELLY: College girl.

Her clock's ticking. (giggles)

Hi. Hi. Hi.

So are you making the rounds?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I've been to Beverly,

Crossroads, Palisades, Santa Monica.

Big day. Yeah.

Well, Brenda and I are done.

Wow. Thanks.

So, um, how about Brandon? How's he doing?

Uh, he's over there with Andrea.

And that could take hours.

Look Andrea, they're waiting for me.

If you've got any problems with this, talk to her.

She's in charge.

Maybe I will.

Give me a break, would you?

My father hardly ever asks me to do anything for him.

Do we have to bring journalistic ethics

and professional integrity into everything we do?

I don't know, Brandon.

She looks awfully professional to me.

Look, um, I don't know if you guys are interested,

but there's a big party at school next week.

It's sort of a joint fraternity/sorority type thing.

Sure. I'll pass.

No, it's not a formal.

It's a lot of kids hanging out.

Well, we'd love to come. Wouldn't we, Kel?

Definitely. What sorority are you in, anyway?

Tri Gams.

Well, the Best in the West.

Yeah. Yeah, they're a good group.

Oh, and the theme of the party is "Am I Blue?"

So use your imagination.

Great. Just promise me

you'll introduce me to the cutest guy there.

No problem.

So should I bring Brandon?

No. I'm bringing Brandon.

Hmm.

Hey, you. How's it going? Hey.

It's going pretty good.

How's it feel to be back in high school? Good.

I love the architecture of Southern California.

All these open plazas.

Back in Minnesota, all we had was

a big brick building and a lot of snow.

Same here.

Where'd you go to school?

Switzerland.

Ah...

So...

architecture's your thing, huh?

Yeah.

My dream is to design great buildings

and then build them with my father.

Going into the family business, then.

That's the plan.

Hey, Willie.

Hey, my lone man.

Here on time for a change.

Yeah, thanks.

Don't look at me like that.

Just couldn't do it, could you?

What can I tell ya?

It's a Peach Pit tradition.

Our motto is, "Who needs to make a profit?"

(both chuckling)

You're a good man, Nat.

Nah. You want to know a good guy?

See that picture up there? Yeah.

That's my dad.

Salvadore Busicchio.

The one next to Steve McQueen?

Yup. Sallie fed him.

Carried him for two years.

I was ten years old.

Those were the days.

Who else did you know?

I knew 'em all.

Nothing lasts forever.

ANNOUNCER (over speaker): Balanced...

innovative...

dynamic.

High Pointe Center combines commerce

and leisure for an urban community

on the edge of the next millennium.

(stately music plays)

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I can't believe they put my ice rink in there.

That was my idea.

You and a few other people.

There's your coffeehouse, Bren.

You guys, these are fantastic.

Did you try the spinach soufflé? Not yet.

Too bad my mom's not here.

She's been craving spinach for a week.

Her mother's pregnant.

Really? Second marriage?

No, uh, not really.

See, it's a long story.

It is the A-list in town

and their response to the presentation

has been superb.

You done good, Pops.

Well, we're getting there.

So, Jim, how does it feel to be on the ground floor

of something so big?

JIM: Terrific.

Brandon, I want you to meet Art Peters,

he's the project manager for St. Clair.

Hey, how you doin'?

Dad, can I talk to you for a sec?

Oh, can it wait a minute? I want Art to meet your mother.

No, it really can't.

Excuse us. Excuse us.

What's wrong?

High Pointe Center crosses Olympic to Larrabee.

Yeah.

That's the corner the Peach Pit is on.

We'll talk about it at home.

They're gonna tear it down, aren't they?

Brandon, we'll talk about it at home.

BRANDON: Dad, you made your point.

If there's nothing more to say,

there's nothing more to say.

Brandon, you're not being fair.

Fair?

Dad, you tear down the Peach Pit,

you might as well rip out Nat's heart.

This has got nothing to do with fair.

Brandon, you're getting a little carried away here.

How could you not tell me about this?

I only found out about it a half hour before you did.

The address is all over the plans.

I never put it together.

Brandon, how's Dad supposed to know the address

to the Peach Pit?

Thank you.

At least one of my children is willing

to give me the benefit of the doubt.

How can I give you the benefit of the doubt

when you put a gag order on me?

That's not what I said, what I said is,

do not discuss this with Nat

until I had a chance to talk to Art Peters first.

In other words, I have to sell Nat out

so you can cover your butt.

Brandon, you apologize to your father right now.

I'm sorry.

You know, I do have some influence with these people,

but it's not going to do any good

if they find out my son gave

confidential information to someone

they may be in negotiations with.

Dad, you're talking like I'm some kind of industrial spy.

Brandon, millions of dollars are riding on this.

Not to mention my reputation.

But Dad, we're talking about Nat...

This is not a request, Brandon.

Fine.

Good night.

(knocking on door)

Forget it, Bren.

I don't want to talk about it.

Brandon,

you're asking me to choose between Nat and Dad.

And as far as I'm concerned, there really is no choice.

Yeah, I hear what you're saying.

But let me tell you what kind of guy Nat is.

The other day he tells me he can't afford

to keep The Pit open unless he lets Willie the cook go.

Well, I show up the next day,

and Willie's still there.

Look, I'm sure they'll give Nat

a lot of money for the place.

Money's not the issue, Bren.

Nat's family built that place.

It's his whole life.

Haven't you ever heard him talk about the old days?

Brandon, I know.

I like Nat, too.

I mean, he even named a milk shake after me.

But we're talking about Dad here.

Yeah, well, I don't want anything to do

with the DSC Development Company or the Teen Advisory Board,

or any other part of it.

Including Marcie?

Yeah.

What about the party Friday night?

How can I look Marcie in the eye

after I know everything else that's going on?

Brandon, I thought you liked this girl, and she sure

likes you.

I can't do it, Bren, there's more involved here.

Brandon, come on.

We may wind up going to this school.

I don't know about you,

but I wouldn't mind meeting some new people.

Then go.

Fine, I will.

And so will Kelly and Steve,

Donna and Dylan and anybody else

who's not so wrapped up in their own principles

that they've forgotten how to have a good time.

Fine,

I'll go.

Brandon, don't do me any favors.

I mean, if you're gonna be a jerk, stay home.

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

GIRL: Hi, guys!

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

♪ Ah, ooh... ♪

Hello, come on in.

I'm Mike.

Are you friends

of the bride or the groom?

Me? I'm dying.

Dylan.

So, uh, where's the keg?

Sorry, but we're still on suspension

from our last blowout.

Why do you think we're all feeling so blue?

Huh?

MARCIE: Hey, you guys,

don't listen to Mike, he's a lush.

We have a great coffee bar, there's cappuccino,

there's espresso.

Yeah, I love what you've done

with the decor, Marcie.

Yeah, even the painting's blue.

Uh, who did that?

Donna, it's Picasso.

During his Blue Period.

I guess Donna won't be majoring in Art History.

Brandon!

Hey, baby.

I think you've got the wrong party.

Well, I...

figured there'd be enough blue bloods here as it was.

MARCIE: Mooch, no,

this is Brandon Walsh, he's okay.

What's up? How you doing, man?

Good. Well, I should've known

you were a rebel.

Yeah, that's my brother.

Always swimming upstream.

We're gonna go dance.

Uh, so, I guess you're gonna wanna dance, too, huh?

Uh, no, let's not and say we did.

I mean, I'm not like a wallflower or anything,

but some people just weren't meant

to boogie, know what I mean?

I think I'm in love.

(slow music playing)

Mmm.

Steve, remember, I am not your date tonight.

Shut up and dance.

You know, I could definitely see myself going out

with one of these frat boys.

Really?

I could definitely see myself in this frat.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

I'm exactly the kind of guy they're looking for.

I guess you do have what it takes.

All except one thing.

Mm, what's that?

The grades.

Ooh.

This campus is so beautiful.

It's like a park, right in the middle of the city.

Yeah, except I wish there were more trees

and less people.

What, you think they're snobs?

Not exactly.

There's just this attitude

that goes with joining a fraternity.

Ooh, like they're all junior members

of the Masters of the Universe Club.

Yeah, when really they're just a bunch of geeks.

(giggles) (sighs)

If I ever go to college,

remind me not to join a fraternity.

If?

I don't want to go.

Come on, of course you do.

No, I don't, but if I ever do go,

I'm definitely not going here.

Why are you so down on this place?

Remember that big modern building

we walked past on the way in?

Yes, it's the Student Center, right?

It's the McKay Student Center.

Your father went here?

No, my dad never went to college.

But when he cut 'em a check, they gave him a degree.

Well, at least some of his money went for something good.

He thought that the endowment

would buy him some respectability.

You don't know how lucky you are, Bren.

You and Brandon, I mean, your Dad, he's a straight shooter.

You can trust him.

You can trust his motives.

There are no strings attached.

(cheering)

I think Donna's made some new friends.

Yeah, yeah, well, Mooch is a goofball, but he's okay.

Actually his parents own half of Orange County.

It's not what you know, right?

That's right.

And you know me.

Come on, I want to show you something.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

What's this?

Wait a second.

It's not like I have a choice.

I can't see anything.

Wow.

Most girls get dollhouses to play with when they're little.

My daddy gave me these instead.

This was his very first solo project.

He basically took a dying waterfront

and brought it back to life.

And he won an award for this one.

Well, actually,

he won an award for almost everything in this room,

but as an architecture major,

this one is my favorite, by far.

It's strong, but it's graceful.

And you stand right here in this spot

and you feel so tiny, but so empowered.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

My dad is gonna like you.

Does that matter?

What?

Whether or not your dad likes me?

Well, I guess that depends.

On what?

On what matters to you.

Brandon, as soon

as High Pointe gets approval, things are gonna move very fast.

You'll be right in on the ground floor.

Are you offering me a job?

Well, I don't have the authority to do that.

But it just so happens

my father's coming into town tomorrow.

For the planning commission hearing.

Right.

Is it really that easy?

I just meet Dickson St. Clair and I'm set up for life?

It's a little more involved than that.

But...

I think you can handle it.

You're used to getting everything you want,

anytime you want it, aren't you?

Yeah.

You're right.

I'm coming on a little strong, aren't I?

I guess that's sorta the downfall

of being an only child-- you feel like

you have to be in control of every situation

so you don't get disappointed.

Well...

I can't say I'm not impressed by all this, and...

I'm flattered.

Really.

Why don't we go someplace and celebrate?

I know just the place.

All right, so you got your bun.

You got your burger.

You got your other patty.

With a slice of Swiss and American.

You got your tomato, you got your lettuce.

You want Bermuda onions?

Only if you are.

Yeah, well, you only live once, sure.

Here we go.

Get the top. (grunts)

Thank you, Willie.

And voila, the Peach Pit Mega-burger.

Mmm, that is wonderful.

You know who used to like her burgers like that?

Marilyn Monroe.

You're kidding? Yeah.

She's the one that thought to add the Swiss.

Go on, tell her, Nat.

Well, she used to come in here all the time.

And I could always tell when she was starting a picture

because she would always switch from fries to cottage cheese.

Wow.

So this place has, like, real history in it.

Okay, who else used to come in here?

Um... Montgomery Clift.

And Natalie Wood.

Sal Mineo.

Steve McQueen.

Yeah, they're all gone now.

But they all used to eat right here, huh? Yeah.

Now we get the occasional celebrity stopping by,

but business isn't what it used to be.

Hey, Ruben,

take these, please.

I'm very proud of you.

You're moving up in the world.

Thanks. Well,

the food's still incredible.

Enjoy it while you can.

What do you mean?

Tearing this place down.

Why?

Make room for High Pointe Center.

Oh.

Wow, I had no idea.

That's okay, neither does Nat.

According to my father,

that's the way DSC Development wants it.

Oh.

So, um, you basically brought me here just to make me feel bad,

is that it?

No, I thought maybe if you,

you know, got a feeling for the place, you could...

I could what?

I could talk to my father?

Yeah, something like that.

Exactly what do you expect him to do?

Stop two years of research and development dead in its tracks?

Or better yet, have him call

the bank and tell them

he's called the whole thing off

because he's tasted the world's greatest cheeseburger?

I'm sorry,

but the real world doesn't work that way.

Well, why don't you tell me the way

the real world does work then?

I thought I already did.

Good night, Brandon.

Hey, Willie.

Hey, Brandon.

Nat, is that you?

Hi, pal.

Nice threads.

Who died?

(chuckles)

Come to think of it, last time I wore this,

I put my old man in the ground.

Still fits, though.

But, no.

Nobody died.

(chuckles)

Not yet, anyway.

What are you talking about?

Well, I was gonna have to tell you sooner or later.

I guess this is as good a time as any.

A developer's got

big deal plans for this neighborhood.

Talking about putting in some farkakta shopping center

with a lake in the middle.

I don't know.

Anyway, there's a meeting tonight.

And I figured

I'd better show up.

Nat, uh... I knew.

What?

My dad's company is involved in it.

It's called High Pointe Center. I...

I should have told you sooner, I'm sorry,

but my Dad put his foot down.

I understand, Brandon.

Business is business.

Talk about coinkydinks.

Listen, you got to have a lease on this place, right?

Ah, that's the rub.

When I remodeled this joint, I agreed to some changes

in the fine print.

Things aren't as ironclad as I thought they were.

You got to fight them on this.

I can't fight them, Brandon.

They're bigger than me, they're richer than me.

God knows they got better lawyers than me.

Well, they got to give you something.

You can take the money and start over.

Doesn't work that way, Brandon.

They're gonna squeeze me until I don't have a pot to cook in.

And at my age...

What am I gonna do, get a job at McDonald's?

Nat... Aw...

I'm not even gonna go to this meeting tonight.

I mean, why the hell should I?

There's nothing anyone can do.

Let's face it, after tonight's meeting,

the Peach Pit is history.

Mr. St. Clair is going to say a few words,

and then he'll toss it to me.

Sounds like you've got all your ducks in a row.

(chuckles)

Uh, isn't that one of your ducklings?

Brandon, what are you doing here, son?

What, are you kidding?

Miss out on a chance to meet Dickson St. Clair?

It's not what you know, Dad.

This may not be the best time, Brandon.

Looks like a perfect time to me.

Brandon.

Marcie.

Uh, Daddy, this is my friend Brandon Walsh.

He's Jim Walsh's son.

Dickson St. Clair. How are you?

Your father's been a big help.

MARCIE: Brandon was actually my point man on the Teen Board, Daddy.

That was a very fine idea.

Found it very educational, sir.

Marcie tells me that you share some of her interests

in architecture and urban planning.

Yeah, I do.

Although I think my favorite subject is history.

Oh.

Well, I was a history major at Stanford.

You come talk to me when you're applying to schools.

Maybe I can help.

Well, that's very generous of you. Thank you.

Daddy, I think they're ready for us.

A pleasure to meet you.

Thanks.

Good luck, sir.

Thank you.

ST. CLAIR: Ladies and gentlemen,

you have been very patient with me,

and I don't want to take up any more of your time.

But I'd like to thank my daughter Marcie

who coordinated the Teen Advisory Board.

Her research provided many of the innovative aspects

which our plans now include.

In fact, Marcie, correct me if I'm wrong,

I don't think you found one teenager

who had a negative response to our project.

No, not really.

BRANDON: Well, there may have been

one, sir.

Excuse me?

Look, I know I'm out of order,

but I worked on the Student Advisory Board,

and... I'm starting to have

a lot of second thoughts about it.

Excuse me, young man, but the community will have

ample opportunity to enter their thoughts into the public record.

BRANDON: That's good.

Somebody should take the time

to listen to what the little guy has to say

before you let the bulldozers roll in.

Now, I've only lived in L.A. for just

over a year, but I've been here long enough

to see that somebody better make some kind of effort

to save what little history this town has left.

I don't know what's going on here, Walsh,

but control your son.

What kind of stunt do you think you were pulling in there?!

Somebody had to stick up for Nat, Dad.

For heaven's sakes, Nat is a grown man!

If he was so concerned about this, where the hell is he?!

I'll tell you where he is!

He's at the Peach Pit trying to figure out

what the hell to do with the rest of his life.

You said you were gonna talk to them, Dad.

You said you were gonna

take care of Nat. I did.

Well, obviously, you weren't very effective.

Brandon, you don't know a thing about business!

Now, I did what I could.

Art Peters said they'll pay him a fair price for his lease,

and when High Pointe is built,

they'll offer him a prime location.

Now what is wrong with that?!

That could take years!

What's he supposed to do in the meantime?!

Brandon, would you get off your soapbox?!

Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry you got caught in the middle.

But you know and I know that this hearing in here

is just a formality!

These people have the juice

to railroad this thing right through, no matter what I say,

no matter what anybody says.

Now, you told me to keep my mouth shut.

You said you had everything under control.

Well, I did and

you don't.

And it's a free country,

and I'm not gonna keep my mouth shut anymore.

Brandon, I respect your passion,

and I respect your friendship with Nat.

But you got to choose your battles in life, son.

I did.

Yeah.

I guess you did.

You guys, that looks great.

What's going on here?

You don't have to fight this all alone, Ace.

Andrea told us what you did last night, man. I'm proud.

KELLY: If I would've known they were gonna tear down the Pit,

I never would have signed up for the Teen Board.

Yeah, really. I've been going to the Peach Pit

since I started Little League.

I remember Nat's father.

Oh, me, too.

Sallie used to sneak me

homemade cookies when I was little.

(Donna giggles) DYLAN: You know, B,

I'm not much for joining things,

but we can't let this place go.

Uh, Andrea, everything's set.

I'm gonna broadcast live

from the Peach Pit this afternoon.

And I'm only gonna be playing, uh, music from Nat's jukebox.

Cool.

Very cool.

And I talked to my friend at the Times,

and she said the feature desk

might be able to free someone up to come down.

Ah, you guys...

BRENDA: Brandon...

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah.

Look, it's bad enough

that we don't see eye-to-eye on this,

but did you have to go get all of our friends involved?

I didn't ask them, Bren.

They want to help Nat.

Well, what about Dad, Brandon?

I mean, I heard him and Mom talking.

They really chewed him out after the hearing.

I guess he's really had it with me, huh?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

As angry as he was with you,

do you know what I heard him tell Mom?

That you reminded him of Grandpa.

How's this?

That looks great, Donna.

Listen, Andrea, I'm gonna have to

meet you guys down there after school.

What's wrong? Nothing.

It's just, uh, something I got to take care of.

Bye, guys.

Bye. Bye.

Brandon, what are you doing here?

Came to see Art Peters.

I don't understand you.

Where are your loyalties?

Marcie, this has nothing to do with loyalty.

Has to do with money and politics--

two subjects I think you're quite familiar with.

Fine, fine.

If you want to be

a knee-jerk bleeding- heart, go ahead.

But don't you for one minute

think you're a threat to my father.

What is it with you and your father?

You're so hung up being daddy's little girl,

you're afraid to be your own woman.

Why did you come here anyway?

To apologize to Art Peters.

Tell him my father had nothing to do

with what I did last night.

Oh, oh, now look who's hung up on his father.

It's not the same, Marcie, and you know that.

(doorbell jingling)

Hey, Nat, where is everybody?

We're supposed to have a press conference in 15 minutes.

I sent them home.

Why?

Sit down.

I'll get you a piece of pie. No, no.

Hey, hold on. Tell me what's going on.

They made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

You know, business is business.

(scoffs)

So what about everything you said?

What about the Pit?

It was a fair offer.

I mean, they could've stiffed me.

So that's it, they offer you a lot of money and you're out?

I know what you were trying to do for me,

and I love you for it.

Things have a strange way of working out sometimes.

So what's everybody gonna do?

I'll take care of Willie, Ruben and the girls,

give them a little severance.

What about you?

I'll manage.

Maybe I'll buy a boat, sail away.

Yeah.

Ever since I got out of the Navy, I've always wanted

to see the world.

Maybe when you get out of high school, you can

be my first mate, if you want.

You let me down, Nat.

I thought we were fighting for something important.

Something bigger than you and me.

Guess I was wrong.

It's not the first time.

Mmm, that bacon smells great.

How 'bout making me one of those things?

(sighing): Here, why don't you just take this one?

I'm not real hungry anyway.

Brandon...

how long are you planning to shut me out?

You said your piece last night.

Let it go. It's over and done with.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Congratulations.

For what?

Come on, Dad. We both know what happened.

St. Clair went down to the Pit and threw so much money

at Nat that it turned his head around.

Oh, you know Brandon, your life is based on so many

false assumptions, it's staggering.

Oh, please. Do we have to go through all of this again?

Yes, because I'm fed up with Brandon accusing me

of being the villain here. First of all,

this may come as a surprise to you,

but Art Peters and Dickson St. Clair

actually make decisions without consulting me.

Second of all, Nat made a deal.

What is wrong with that?

So it's all about the bottom line, huh?

You, Nat, St. Clair... you're all the same.

That's right.

We are all the same.

We all have responsibilities.

We all have to worry about boring things like mortgages

and meeting payrolls and putting food on the table.

Brandon, think about it.

If High Pointe Center goes through,

it'll create hundreds, maybe thousands of jobs.

That's a lot of bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches.

Gee, thanks for explaining that to me, Dad.

Otherwise I may have never figured it out.

(sighing): Poor Brandon.

Poor Brandon?

What about me?

In the past 24 hours I've been accused of

being Simon Legree, Ivan Boesky,

and the Sheriff of Nottingham all rolled up into one.

Oh, Jim. It can't compare.

I mean, he's lost a hero today.

Yeah, he thinks I let him down.

Jim, I was talking about Nat.

(chuckles): You're right. I've been replaced.

So, uh, Nat took the deal?

Yeah, I wonder what they gave him.

Probably a lot. Property is worth a fortune. Great.

Uh, you know, I'm gonna miss that place.

Yeah, well, not half as much as Brandon will.

NAT: Hey, Jim.

Cindy called. I got your pie.

Let me box it for you. Thanks.

Here we are. Great.

Pretty good crowd tonight.

Yeah, just my luck.

Business is picking up as we're closing down.

Put it away. It's on the house.

Thanks, Nat.

I'm just thankful that some of the Walshes

are still talking to me.

Yeah.

Brandon's pretty bitter about this.

I can't blame him.

He fought for me and I crumbled.

Don't beat yourself up about it.

You did what you had to do.

Yeah, but I never thought I'd feel lousy about being lucky.

Say, uh...

would you do me a favor?

Sure. Anything, you name it.

Well, I got these papers from the St. Clair people.

I gave 'em to my attorney, but... uh...

I was just wondering if...

you could take a look at them if...

Let me see 'em.

This is what they offered you?

I asked for a favor on this one, Art, and what do you do?

You low-ball him.

Your friend Busicchio accepted our first offer.

What was I supposed to do?

Tell him that he should be asking for more?

Besides, it might be a moot point anyway.

What are you talking about?

Haven't you checked your voice mail?

Well, not since I left the office.

You better come in, Jim.

We have a lot to talk about.

Where'd you go?

I rode my bike down San Vicente to the beach.

I had to clear my head.

What's going on?

Brandon...

the money for the High Pointe Center fell through.

You gotta be kidding me. That's great!

Yeah, well, he doesn't share your same enthusiasm.

I'd grim up before I went in there if I were you.

And Brandon...

I just want to say one thing.

I love Dad a lot,

and I wanted this project to happen for him.

But I'm really glad the Peach Pit is still gonna be there.

Yeah, me, too.

I want you to know one thing--

you were right to stand by Dad.

Thanks.

JIM: We told DSC that the deal could fall through,

and nobody took us seriously.

When I tried to tell Art Peters about this...

you know what he told me, Brandon?

He said I wasn't a team player.

Do you know how that made me feel?

I think I'm starting to get an idea.

What did I expect?

They never listen to the bean counters.

All they want us to do is crunch the numbers

and make them look good.

Are you gonna come out of this okay?

You mean am I gonna get fired?

(sighing): No, probably not.

But even if I did,

you don't have to worry about your old man.

I may never make the big bucks,

but I've learned to play the game.

And from what I've seen this past week...

I'd say you're a chip off the old block.

Thanks.

Don't let it go to your head.

You're still wet behind the ears.

I guess I went a little overboard, huh?

Yeah, you did.

But your grandpa wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Does Nat know about this yet?

Not yet.

(knock on door)

Brandon, what are you doing here?

Well, I thought I'd come by and help you clean the place out.

Thanks, pal.

I didn't think I'd get to see you here again.

What, are you kidding? And miss the fire sale?

Hey, did you call the restaurant supply company?

You could probably get at least 50 cents

on the dollar for most of this stuff.

That's not a bad idea.

Hey, you know, this may be a real collectable item someday.

You mind if I keep one of these, Nat?

Yeah, sure.

Help yourself.

Brandon, uh...

you know, I... I never put this place up for sale.

They came to me. I know.

Everybody hopes for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,

but I never asked for this, you gotta know that.

You know what you ought to do, Nat?

You ought to have an auction.

You know, get an auctioneer.

You could probably sell most of this stuff,

probably get top dollar for it, too.

You're really getting a good head for business.

I know exactly what you should do with these pictures on the wall.

You should donate 'em to the County museum,

that way you get a huge tax break,

especially for the autographed one of Steve McQueen.

Brandon, what's gotten into you?

You can't put a price on something like that.

Oh, come on, Nat, everything has its price.

I guess I deserved that one, huh?

Nat... It's okay.

I've been a heel.

I mean, I sold you kids out for short money.

You must think I'm disgusting.

I don't blame you. Nat...

Let me get it off my chest, okay?

I really hate myself for what I...

Nat...

The deal fell through.

They aren't building the High Pointe Center.

What?

You heard me. No High Pointe Center.

You're kidding.

No!

The Peach Pit's open for business, pal.

That's the best news I ever heard in my life,

and I'm never going to forget who I heard it from.

Oh! Nothing could possibly make me happier.

You wanna bet?

Hey, guys, come on in!

It's showtime!

(all cheering)

STEVE: Nat, I'm so glad things worked out for you.

All right.

Hey, give him some lovin'. All right!

Great, great. Thank you.

Oh, thanks, thanks. Oh, Nat...

Congratulations, Nat. Couldn't get rid of you.

Thanks, Jim.

Hey, paisan! What do I gotta do

to get a little service around here, huh?

Willie, fire up the grill! All right!

WILLIE: You got it.

(cheering)

(register dings)

Music to my ears.

Hi. Thanks. Hi.

Thank you. Excuse me. Thank you.

(chuckling)