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(men shouting, marching band playing)

WOMAN (cheering): Who's the best...?

(whistling blowing)

(people chanting indistinctly)

MAN: Go, go, go, go, go...

(man shouting indistinctly)

(grunting)

(crowd cheering)

(team whooping)

(men chanting)

MAN: Yay!

(marching band playing)

(audience cheering)

Look, Brandon is perfectly aware

he's working on a deadline,

so what do you say we just leave him alone, okay?

I don't get how we're supposed

to lay out the paper without Brandon's editorial.

Craig, it's going to be fine.

If I have to lay out the paper myself, I will.

Thank you.

Whatever you say.

BRANDON: It was just another Friday night

in America, and I don't think any of us stopped to think

that from Pompano Beach

to St. Paul, kids all over the country

were doing the exact same thing we were.

I mean, how much more typically American can you get

than a football game, a high school dance

and a burger joint?

What was atypical was,

that for only the third time since a man walked on the Moon,

West Beverly was undefeated after three games.

And what was even more unexpected was that my sister,

Brenda Walsh, had volunteered

to become the head of the dance committee.

Bren, why do you want to be in charge

of the Pigskin Prom, of all things?

Why do you think?

I don't know. Maybe you want to date a jock.

What can I say, Dylan?

I'm madly in lust with Tony Miller.

(laughter)

And then again, maybe it's the fact

that all the money raised at the dance goes

to the Alvarado Street Elementary School

for their Christmas drive-- I mean, maybe that

has something to do with it.

I didn't know you were so civic-minded, Bren.

And you're going to the dance with me.

No.

BRANDON: Some of the major

social issues confronting

this generation were also the subject of fierce debate

that night.

She is definitely coming onto him.

No, she's not.

DONNA (scoffs): What do you call that?

KELLY: Donna, she's a freshman!

David's always been like an older brother to her.

He and Scott were best friends.

You know that, okay?

(music playing, crowd chatter and shrieking)

She is definitely coming onto him.

(scoffs)

BRANDON: But the focus was definitely football.

Specifically, next week's game,

which everyone knew would be the toughest one

we'd have all season.

You're the sports editor, Walsh.

You have an obligation to make a prediction.

Yeah. Who's gonna win-- Shaw or us?

(sighs)

All right.

I predict that a mighty team will fall.

Oh, don't go out on a limb here, or anything.

BRANDON: Hey, hey, come on, guys.

It's a tough call.

I mean, these guys are good.

What... What do they call themselves?

The, uh... the Masters of the Universe?

Should be Armed and Dangerous.

(laughter)

Yeah, if we survive the ride down there,

the game will be a piece of cake.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, I've got the scores here.

Hamilton smashes Jefferson 21-6.

Yes!

Quincy and Van Buren

tie 13 apiece.

What about Shaw?

Shaw? Come on. Just

the score, Sanders.

(sighs)

Shaw 49, Wilshire... zip.

Like you said, piece of cake.

The guy said something happened

in the closing seconds of the Shaw game.

Some violence or something.

Well, it's a violent game, Sanders.

I think it was pretty major.

BRANDON: Maybe if we hadn't been on a winning streak,

I would have jumped on the story.

But it wasn't until breakfast the next morning

that it registered.

Something major had indeed occurred.

JIM: Aah, I thought they were

supposed to increase the peace.

What's wrong?

The gangs are at it again.

I hate hearing about that stuff.

JIM: Two spectators were shot to death

in the stands at a high school football game last night.

Where?

You ever heard of Shaw High School?

Yeah, I've heard of 'em.

That's the team we're playing next week.

At their school?

Yeah.

(scoffs) I wouldn't count on it.

BRANDON: When I got to the team meeting,

everybody was talking about the incident at Shaw.

The guy on the radio said it was panic city.

I heard it wasn't anything.

Two guys shot dead is definitely something, Tony.

Oh, hey, there's no way I'm going to play down there, man.

What are you worried about? Oh!

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that I have a little bit more

to worry about than you do.

Hey, look, it's not about

the color of your skin, bro.

It's about where you live and how you talk

and what kind of car you drive.

All right, everybody, listen up.

Now, you've probably heard rumors

about the violence at Shaw.

BRANDON: When Coach Chapman told us the practice had been called off

so he could attend an emergency meeting of the school board,

it became clear to all of us that the only thing normal

that would be happening at West Beverly that day

would be Brenda's band auditions for the dance.

(rock cacophony)

Hey! What's up?!

Where's Kelly?

If you'd just hired David,

we wouldn't have to go through this.

This is so cool.

You better get this gig, Silver.

Okay, come on everybody.

Let's get started.

Hey, you with the guitar!

(music grinds to a halt)

Okay... um, welcome to the Pigskin Prom auditions.

First up will be...

Grudgemaster.

WOMAN: All right, right on.

Just hire David.

Hello. Hello.

DONNA: Hi. Oh...

That smile can only mean one thing.

Big date last night?

Big phone call this morning.

I talked to my father.

He called from Barcelona, and it was definitely

the best conversation we have ever had.

Kelly...

KELLY: I know what you're

thinking, Don, and I told him

straight out, I said, "Listen,

I don't even want to talk to you

if you're just going to shine me again,"

but then he apologized about last year

and explained what happened,

and by the end, we were both crying.

We just have that effect on each other.

Anyway, he's flying into town this Friday

just to see me.

Oh, that's great.

Finally, I get to meet him.

Yeah,

but since I'm not going to be going to the dance,

maybe I should resign from the dance committee.

Oh, Kelly.

I'm sorry, Bren,

but he's only going to be here for the weekend,

but I'll still stay for the auditions.

(brash heavy metal playing)

Why don't you just hire David?

BRANDON: Meanwhile, I had tailed Coach Chapman to his meeting

at the Board of Education.

I caught him and Mrs. Teasley in the hallway just long enough

to find that they weren't pleased I was there.

formal decision on the...

When they assured me that no formal decision

on the fate of the game would be made

until Monday at the earliest,

I took my cue and started to leave.

Excuse me!

Who was that guy?

He's the coach from my school.

West Beverly, I presume.

Yeah.

I'm Brandon Walsh.

Jordan Bonner, from Shaw.

So, uh, what'd the coach have to say?

Well, there won't be any formal decision made

till Monday at the earliest.

Anything else?

Well, the prime concern is to make sure it's safe

to play the game next week.

No kidding.

This is so unnecessary.

Well, two people were killed.

By a rival set from another school.

It has nothing to do with you people.

Well, considering we're supposed to sit

in the same bleachers

as the two people who were killed,

I'd say, yes, it does have something to do with us.

Not to mention the fact we're going to have

25 players down on the field.

It was an isolated incident.

You don't have anything to worry about, man.

Unless some of your West Beverly homies are planning something.

Fortunately, we don't have

much street violence in Beverly Hills.

That doesn't stop you

from being an expert on the subject, now, does it?

It's been really nice talking to you, Jordan.

They're going to cancel the game.

You know that, don't you?

No. What I know

is that Coach Chapman, Mrs. Teasley

and the whole damn school board

is in there on a Saturday afternoon trying to figure out

any way they can to make sure this thing happens.

You know, Brandon...

Brandon of Beverly Hills...

you don't know squat.

BRANDON: Less than 15 minutes later, Coach Chapman and the others

called a press conference to announce that West Beverly

was officially forfeiting our game with Shaw.

So...

how's it going, Ace?

It's going.

Would you like to read what I've done so far?

No. This is your editorial--

just as long as it's not libelous or profane.

Oh, now you tell me.

Anyhow, how we doing on time?

Uh...

I can have a draft to you in about, uh, 45 minutes.

That's cutting it a little close, don't you think?

Uh, not really. I mean, the computer's already programmed.

All we have to do is lay in the text.

It's actually quite basic.

So you're telling me

I can cut out of here, and have a life?

See you tomorrow.

Adios.

Bye, Gil.

Andrea.

There's no way

I can have this done in 45 minutes.

Brandon...

I'm doing the best I can.

How much time do you really need?

Let's just say, if we don't have it done in an hour,

we'll be in deep you-know-what.

I'll have it to you in an hour, I promise.

(sighs)

Hey, come on, Chief.

This is what makes journalism exciting.

Okay, so the gig starts at 7:30,

and we need to have a sound check done by...

How you doing, Donna?

Are we proud of this guy or what?

The Pigskin Prom!

Are we thrilled out of our minds

he's playing there, or what?

How could you ask her to come with us?

Donna, I can explain.

Start explaining.

You know, Donna...

Good-bye, Steve.

That's just what I was gonna say.

Call you later.

Look, Donna, I've known Sue Scanlon

since she was a little girl.

Well, she's not so little anymore, David.

She likes music.

She likes musicians.

She's a groupie!

She's Scott's kid sister.

She asked me if she could go to the dance with the band.

What was I supposed to tell her?

Well, why don't you tell her

the band wouldn't be playing at all

unless your very possessive girlfriend

wasn't on the dance committee?

So, what are you saying, I wasn't the best?

Well...

I kind of liked Grudgemaster myself.

(chuckles)

Look, don't worry about Sue, okay?

Okay.

Okay?

Fine.

Come here.

Hi.

You done?

No, Andrea, I'm not done.

And I'll never be done as long as I have to hear you

keep walking up and down the hallway.

I'm, I'm sorry. I'll go.

Andrea...

Brandon, you are wasting valuable minutes here.

Andrea, face it.

We aren't going to make our deadline.

Brandon...

Hey, it's not a crisis.

The computer is already programmed.

I know how to lay out the paper.

Everybody will have a copy of the Blaze

on their desk first thing tomorrow.

Hey,

I'm the co-editor of the paper for God's sake.

Will you give me a little credit here?

If you stick in any swear words, I'm going to kill you.

Good night, Andrea.

And don't worry.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I know.

Good-bye.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

BRANDON: No one knew what Jordan Bonner and I had up our sleeves,

but a window of opportunity had opened.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah, I'm alone.

Are you crazy?

No, nobody knows we're doing this,

but they'll all find out soon enough, won't they?

Yeah, anyway come when you can, I'll be here.

BRANDON: Even though I am editor of the West Beverly Blaze,

I never realized how isolated our school is.

We can't see past our own concerns.

I guess I knew that before the game was cancelled,

but it still caught me by surprise

how removed everyone was from what was really going on.

KELLY: Guess who has dinner reservations

Friday night at Spago?

Ooh, very cool.

Oh, yes, are people still eating at Spago?

KELLY: Well, I'll let you know after I go there with my father.

So, your father's in town?

He called.

He is coming in Friday night for sure.

And wouldn't you know she's using that as an excuse

not to come to the dance.

A dance without Kelly Taylor really isn't a dance at all.

Oh, thank you. Bye.

So does that mean if I get a note from my dad...?

No, Dylan.

I have a novel idea.

What if you just cancel the dance altogether?

Are you out of your mind?

I've got two A&R guys coming here

to scope out my main man.

Gee, don't make me nervous or anything.

You'll do fine.

And what about everyone else, Donna?

What are they supposed to do?

You know, Brandon, we're all upset

that the game was cancelled,

but that doesn't mean the world has to grind to a halt.

Well, it just seems to me having a dance

in honor of the football team without a football game

is completely ludicrous.

Why don't they just move the game up here?

And risk a drive-by shooting at halftime?

I think the PTA'd be really into that.

Brandon, you're making it sound like

it's our fault the game was cancelled.

Yeah, man, I mean, come on, the guys at Shaw,

they never agreed to play here anyway.

And as much as I'm a sports fanatic,

people around here are more into

having a dance than a football game.

What do you think, sweetheart?

You're not gonna drag me into this.

I'll just stay over here in the neutral zone

if that's okay with you.

The neutral zone?

BRANDON: You hear a phrase sometimes

and something clicks, and you're gone.

So there I was chasing a wild idea

that just might get this game played after all,

and as I drove south through a part of town

I'd never actually seen before,

I kept thinking of Henry Thomas,

my boss at the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

(siren wails in distance)

I couldn't help but wonder

where his sporting goods store was located

before it got trashed in the riots.

I wondered how it could be that I didn't know.

By the time I got to Shaw High School

and made my way past the metal detector

that had been installed since the shooting,

I was convinced that we would

not only get the game rescheduled,

but would absolutely have a chance to change the world.

Unfortunately, Jordan Bonner didn't quite see it

the same way I did.

I'm sorry, Walsh, I didn't mean

to insult your intelligence here,

but either you are totally ignorant

or naive in the extreme.

What is so naive

about going to the School Board

with a united front,

telling them to move the game

to a neutral field away from the violence?

Switzerland, that's a neutral county.

We can play the game there.

You got an answer for everything,

don't you, Jordan?

About this stuff...

yeah, I do.

You know, I came here in good faith, man,

and you just keep dissing me-- what's with that?

What do you want me to say?!

It was very noble of you to trek down here?

Man, you need to understand what's real.

If we play this game anywhere but here,

we might as well hand the community over to the gangs.

The truth is, until we can afford

to have everybody in this world live happily ever after,

we need to take a stand right here

where the people can see us, hear us,

and understand that we are not afraid to be.

BRANDON: And then Jordan handed me an editorial he had written

about the last couple days, and another idea,

a better idea began to take shape.

This was Bose Hinton's locker,

One of the kids that died.

He was my friend.

Was he a, a gang member?

Does it matter?

No, I guess not.

You see, what pissed me off,

was that both those dudes who died were my friends.

And all I kept hearing about

from you was a football game.

Hey, man, it was never just the game.

It... I don't know,

the whole thing really got to me, you know?

You should write a eulogy.

I didn't know your friends.

A eulogy for the game, man.

BRANDON: By the time I was ready to leave, we had a plan.

He had already written a eulogy for his fallen friends.

I'd write one for the game.

For a way of life.

We'd publish our pieces together in both our papers,

side by side.

I remember thinking things were beginning to fall into place

as I crossed back into the green belt of Beverly Hills.

I only had one potential problem now, Gil and Andrea.

We can't publish this, this....

I don't even know what it call this

it's so over the top.

That's the point, it's supposed to be incendiary.

And racist?

He practically calls Coach Chapman a Nazi.

We'll be sued!

And why did he have to use so many swear words?

Because he's angry!

What do you want us to put a warning label on it

like they do on CDs, pretend it's a rap song?

Brandon... Come on, Gil,

this is the best take we're gonna get

on the two kids that were killed!

Look, what if Brandon edits it? No.

Jordan and I are not going to edit each other.

I insisted on that.

Brandon, it's too long.

Swear words or not, it's got to be edited.

Really, Brandon, I mean help us out here,

'cause I'm having a very hard time

convincing myself that you believe much

of what I'm reading.

The point is that he believes it.

And that's why he should publish it.

You want to take a stand, then write your own editorial,

but this isn't gonna fly.

Sorry, Ace.

And whatever you write, make it great.

BRANDON: Two kids were shot to death,

and the buzz on this quad continues to be:

"At least they didn't cancel the dance."

And we wonder why we can't get along.

What are we going to do, people?

Form two lines and throw rocks at each other?

Or maybe, just maybe

we can join together to form one circle.

To those who want to form the circle,

to those who are willing to start at the beginning,

I, Brandon Walsh, personally invite you to...

(knock at door)

Jordan?

Brandon, how you doin'?

Good, how you doin'?

Okay.

I got something for you, man.

What's this?

My editorial.

Oh, I already programmed it into the computer, man.

I didn't change a word.

You were going to print that?

Yeah, we made a deal.

You really are naive.

What do you mean?

That was me getting through my anger,

this is me getting through.

It's only two paragraphs.

Yeah, short, sweet, lean and clean.

(snaps fingers)

"Anything quieter than a gunshot people don't hear,

and even then they don't listen for long."

It's good.

Thanks.

A lot of people are going to get

to read that, thanks to you.

Thanks to you, I got to redo the layout.

(chuckles)

So what do you got for the readers

of the Shaw Courier?

Hot off the presses.

This looks very professional.

Well, we try.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What? I appreciate the invite,

bro, but, uh, I think we're doing

a huge thing here just by publishing

these two pieces together.

Yeah, but if we really want to shake things up,

we got to do something everybody's going to remember

for the rest of their lives.

I think they will, man.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey, Bren, how you doing?

"Since the administration didn't let us have a football game,

"I, Brandon Walsh, personally invite each of you

at Shaw High School to join me Friday at the Pigskin Prom."

You had no right to do that.

Oh, come on, Bren, it'll be good for ticket sales.

You know, from the very beginning,

you've been telling me how trivial this dance thing is.

Well, congratulations, Brandon, you win.

They're now gonna cancel it. Brenda, will you relax?

Let's just wait and see what happens, okay? Wait and see?

Mrs. Teasley is in there talking to Mr. Meyers right now.

Brenda, I really think you're overreacting.

STEVE: Brandon!

Brandon!

Brandon.

I'm sorry that you feel betrayed, Andrea, I really am,

but this was just something I had to do.

Oh, you had to lie to me, you had to print these editorials behind my back?

Brandon, after all we've been through,

you couldn't take me in your confidence?

Look, Andrea, this isn't happening the way it was supposed to.

It probably would've worked out a lot better

if you had trusted your friends. Hey, I said I'm sorry.

You're not really, are you?

You and I have got some repair work to do, pal.

What did you say to Mrs. Teasley?

I said we were struggling to meet a deadline

and some copy fell through the cracks.

Excuse me, nothing fell through the cracks.

You could've told her the truth, Gil.

The truth would've gotten you booted out of school, mister.

You covered up for him!

Let's try to keep this in perspective.

No, let's just try to remember my name was on the masthead

before either one of you came here.

Andrea, come on, let's... Look, I'm sorry.

I'm gonna take a walk.

(door opens and closes)

Talk about some repair work.

Brandon, I wouldn't have covered for you

if I hadn't read Jordan's first editorial and realized

what a big concession you made by changing it.

I didn't change it; Jordan did that.

Well, at least one of you used good judgment.

I'm sorry, Gil, but two kids

got shot watching a high school football game

and nobody around here gives a damn!

I mean, we live on this sheltered island.

That's why I had to invite the Shaw kids to the dance.

Look, I know your motives are solid,

but I've got to be back in Mrs. Teasley's office

in 15 minutes to try to talk her out of canceling the dance.

Why you? Because I'm the faculty sponsor.

You're kidding, right? What can I say.

I'm a sucker for girls in party shoes.

Well, Brenda's positive Mrs. T's gonna cancel it.

She probably thinks I did this just to ruin her life.

Don't defend my brother, Dylan-- he's a heinous traitor.

I'm not talking about Brandon.

I'm talking about this guy, Jordan Bonner.

The thing he wrote's right on. Well, what's it say?

Well, to paraphrase: Be nice to your brother.

You know, what do you care if the dance is canceled, anyway?

You weren't ever going to go-- admit it. Oh, that's not true.

I was gonna swoop in for the last tango.

Well, if the dance is called off,

why don't we go to Spago so I can finally meet Kelly's dad.

Bren, the odds of Kelly's father showing aren't that great.

He just called her last weekend.

I still wouldn't bet on it.

Well, maybe she knows more about it than you do.

I mean, why is it around here, that everyone is so certain

they know what's best for everyone else?

(chuckling): Hey, Walsh.

Stick to sports reporting.

Ow! That hurt, man.

It was supposed to, man.

So, is this all an elaborate ruse

to get out of going to the dance with me?

Believe me, I'm not that clever.

STEVE: Brandon.

(clears throat) It's my fan club.

I'll see you later.

For what it's worth,

I really admired what you wrote.

Thanks.

Brandon, if this dance gets canceled... And it's gonna be.

next time you find two A&R guys

willing to come to a high school dance.

DONNA: Brandon, we sold over 400 tickets.

When is David supposed to get another chance like this? Hopefully tonight.

Guys, it's not over till it's over.

BRANDON: Look...

a lot of people think I screwed up.

Can I say "screwed up"?

Brandon, Mr. Meyers already explained how complex

laying out the paper is with the new computer system. It's not that.

I know he's going to be talking with you

about not canceling the dance. We went over

these exact same issues when we decided to cancel the game.

Our first obligation

is the safety of the students at West Beverly.

The violence at Shaw really leaves us no choice.

Mrs. Teasley, I've been to Shaw,

and I've met some of the students,

and they're not so different from us.

This isn't about the color of people's skin

or how much money they have, it's about gunshots.

So what you're saying is, if the shootings hadn't happened,

they would be welcome here, right, Mrs. Teasley?

Correct me if I'm wrong--

students from Shaw High School have never been welcome

at this school, have they?

BRENDA: So, Mrs. Teasley called the principal at Shaw,

and he said that none of the kids

would probably show up anyway.

And then they talked

to Jordan, the other editor

that Brandon knows, and he said he wasn't even going.

Sounds like quite the popular event you've got going.

Yeah, well, at least it's going-- all we're doing

is adding a couple of security guards.

Well, whoever said there's no more heroes

never met your brother.

BRENDA: Yeah, you know, Brandon's really good

at making you feel grateful to him

for saving something that he screwed up in the first place.

Well, the only bummer is that

Sue Scanlon is back in the picture.

I mean, she was cornering David at the deejay booth

before Mrs. Teasley even finished her announcement.

Donna, Sue's a good kid.

She just has a couple of problems.

Oh. And lucky me.

I get to worry about them.

Looking like that, you don't have to worry about anything.

Okay, what do you think?

Ooh!

Bren?

Kelly, are you sure about this?

Too mature?

No. It's just...

I mean, when was the last time you actually saw your father?

What right do you have to make judgments on my family?

Kelly, I didn't.

Brenda, you live in Walsh land.

You have no idea what goes on in other peoples' families.

And if you don't know anything about something,

maybe you should just shut up.

So, uh, tell me honestly.

Well, it looks a little like...

Like what?

Like something your so-called manager would pick out for you.

I told him that, but he wouldn't listen to me.

Okay, now me.

Be honest.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

So, uh, you sure about not going to the dance?

(groans)

My father's just running a little late.

But what's new, right?

Right. Well, uh, if you change your mind...

Thanks.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

David?

Good luck.

BRANDON: Hey, guys, take the night off.

Gil Meyers will be looking after us tonight.

That's very reassuring, Brandon.

It was meant to be, Dad-- he takes his job very seriously.

Then where was he when you drove by yourself down to Shaw?

I didn't mention it to him until afterwards.

Yeah. That ought to tell you something.

CINDY: Look, Brand,

we're very proud of your journalistic skills, but...

what are we supposed to do when there are gunshots

and you drive toward them?

I don't know, Mom, build a fence around Beverly Hills,

lock me in my room.

(phone rings)

I'll get that.

If you think it's safe.

Oh, honey, you look terrific!

Yeah, well, I'd better-- I'm on my own tonight.

No Dylan?

Nope. I'm a totally independent woman,

which is why I need to borrow the car.

Oh. The keys are...

On the table by the door. Thanks.

Who was it?

Jordan.

What's wrong?

He said some kids from Shaw, a lot of kids from Shaw,

are already on their way to the dance.

Well, that's because you invited them, Brandon.

Yeah, but he said some of them have been drinking.

The mood's not pretty, Bren.

This isn't good.

We better get over there.

DAVID: ♪ A-mickety, mike, mike, check it ♪

♪ Yo, yo, here I am ♪

♪ Uh! A-mickety, mike, mike, check it ♪

♪ Yo, I wanted, I wanted, I wanted a mike check ♪

♪ I wanted a mike, I wanted, I wanted a mike check ♪

♪ I'll bring the level up, I wanted a mike check ♪

♪ Yeah, uh! ♪

♪ I wanted a mike check, yo... ♪

I need some more reverb here.

Oh, he sounds terrific! Well, that comes from knowing

you're part of a professional management team.

Yeah, I hooked him up with a band, didn't I?

I thought David found them. I was in the room when he called.

Yeah.

He really is terrific.

♪ ♪

(song ends)

(Sue whooping)

(whooping)

(whooping)

(whoops, laughs)

That girl has got to go.

Yeah, she definitely is user-friendly, huh?

Donna.

Where's Mr. Meyers? He headed outside for some coffee.

Well, when is he coming back?

He didn't say. Great.

Look, don't worry, everything's under control.

I wish, Donna. What's going on?

What is going on? Guess who's coming to dinner?

BRANDON: I realize the dance hasn't officially started yet,

but you can let him in-- he's with me. Well, who are you?

I'm the head of the dance committee, and they're both with me.

All right, go ahead.

Hi. I'm Brenda Walsh-- I'm Brandon's sister.

Jordan Bonner. Hi. I'm Donna.

Hi, Donna. How you doing? Good.

BRANDON: Oh, man, those guards-- should've known

we'd get stuck with a bunch of bozos.

Well, maybe nobody'll show.

I don't see 'em losing interest

on the way down here, Donna.

You might want to get some metal detectors.

Metal detectors? Mm-hmm.

DONNA: Oh, wow.

Where's Mr. Meyers?

If these dudes crash, I'm dead meat.

Just be glad you don't do country and western.

(chuckles) Oh, God.

Do me a favor, just get her to back off, will ya?

David, just so we're on the same wavelength,

people usually go into this business to get babes.

Where's your rock 'n' roll attitude, man?

You're pond scum. That's it.

That's the attitude.

Go for it, big guy.

Your band is hot.

Yeah, well, we want to sound our best when the riots break out.

(exhales)

Don't be nervous.

Here. I'm good at this.

Sue...

Just relax.

Sue, where's Donna?

Three's a crowd, don't you think?

Look, it's a real ego trip for you to be here with me, okay?

But I just can't get out of my mind

the fact that you're Scott's little sister.

You may think of me that way,

but that's not the way you look at me. Sue, it's a reflex.

Like when the doctor hits your knee

and your foot jumps.

It doesn't mean anything.

It means something. Sue.

(sighs): Look, your brother was my best friend, okay?

I mean, this is, like, incestuous

or something.

You don't know what you're missing, David.

MAN: How many are coming?

It doesn't matter, we'll be ready for them.

Hey, guys, I'm telling you this so everything will stay cool,

not so that you'll "be ready for them."

Yeah, that's why God created security guards.

I just wish he'd created more of them.

Gil!

Gil...

Hey, Brandon, look who I found. Hi.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Just about everything.

♪ Oh, my little one I love you so... ♪ Hey, Nat.

What do you recommend tonight, bud?

Try the corner table.

♪ I can't let you ♪

♪ Let you go ♪ Here, take this to her.

But a word to the wise--

♪ You are my heaven ♪ Don't compliment her on her dress.

♪ And stars above ♪

♪ Believe me little one I'm in love... ♪

Nat used to tell me that there were very few problems

a mega-burger couldn't solve.

♪ My little one, my little one... ♪

He didn't even have the courtesy to call this time.

He had some woman who clamed to be his secretary call

and leave a message for me at Spago.

♪ ...this much is true ♪

♪ I want to spend my whole life with you ♪ "Your father is very sorry,

but he'll make it up to you next time."

♪ You are my heaven and stars above... ♪

Some things just never change.

Last time this happened, I called Cliff Burman

and we got high in his parents' pool house for three days.

♪ Oh, my little one I love you so ♪

My mom didn't even know I was gone, she was so coked up.

♪ I can't let you let you go ♪

Well, I hear Cliff's in town.

We could call him right now if you want to.

♪ You are my heaven and stars above ♪ What are you saying?

I'm saying that, that was then,

♪ Believe me little one ♪ and some people do change, Kelly.

♪ I'm in love with my little one ♪

I was so messed up back then.

♪ My little one... ♪ You know, Steve was right.

Steve?

And what did Steve have to say about me?

He said that a dance without Kelly Taylor,

isn't really a dance at all.

It's just a bunch of people in a big room

kind of waving their limbs around to very loud music.

Very loud David Silver music.

So, do you want to go check it out?

Yeah.

♪ Oh my little one ♪ All right.

Dylan...

♪ I need you so ♪ I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

♪ I can't let you let you go ♪ Nobody does.

♪ You are my everything... ♪

Come on.

This feels like the happening spot.

I don't know, Kell.

Something's not right.

Look, look, look, this dance is for West Beverly students only.

Yo, man, I was personally invited by Brandon Walsh, okay?

We gonna form a circle. Circle, man.

Just turn around and walk away. You're laying hands on us, man.

BRANDON: Gentlemen, excuse me. A lady, please.

So what is this? What's this?

Why are they gettin' in?

Because they go to school here.

Oh, so it's like that, huh? You out of here. Hey, look.

Now see, I told you

we're invited, man. That guy's from my school.

Hey, guys, let them in.

Are you in charge here?

No, are you?

Hey, I'm in charge here.

Let them in.

Your call.

That's right. (laughing)

(all shouting)

Hey, one at a time!

(funk music playing)

Hey man, these guys your friends?

I don't think so.

Look around you...

Nice guy.

Loc's cool, but some of these other guys...

(music stops)

Hey, hey, hey,

guys, guys, come on, give it a rest, would you?

David, let's get some music happening.

(rhythm and blues playing)

Why isn't anybody dancing?

I think they're too paralyzed by fear.

Well, I really wish somebody would dance.

I just didn't see this coming.

No one could have, man.

Are you out of your mind, Brandon? Anybody could have.

We've positioned ourselves around the floor.

Now, how do we turn up the lights?

Hey pal, why don't you just give it a rest, okay?

You're only making things worse.

Hey, that's enough, Brandon.

GUARD: Brandon?

So you're the genius who invited these guys.

(shouting)

(music stops)

David, just keep playing.

(music resumes) Watch out, watch out, watch out.

Break it up.

Get the Shaw kid out of here.

Hey, hey, hey, they're both ours! Let 'em go!

He goes to West Beverly.

Just messing around.

Like we always do.

Man, you guys been in everybody's face

since we got here, man.

Yo, man, it's all right. No man, it's not all right.

What you want?

Do you want to dance?

Come on, we have the whole dance floor to ourselves.

So Brandon of Beverly Hills, you want to dance?

(chuckles)

No. Don't you know me better than that, Chief?

Look, does this mean I'm forgiven?

Maybe.

Maybe I just want to torture you.

♪ I swiggity switch it up, up, up ♪

♪ Because the problem of a racist nation is gone and I'm ♪

♪ Going to sit right back and relax ♪

♪ While brothers kill each other... ♪

Hey, don't touch that, man. You'll ruin the sound.

Trust me.

♪ And I'm not going to sit right back and relax ♪

♪ While brothers kill each other... ♪

♪ How one cannot respect another makes me wonder ♪

♪ I use the force just like a Jedi ♪

♪ Obi-Wan can't touch me ♪

♪ My lyrics along the lines to make a positivity ♪

♪ No dissin' me because of a position ♪

♪ Play my drums ♪

♪ Listen, they say follow the money ♪

♪ But the money can't catch me ♪ Oh, yeah.

♪ I'll learn about... ♪ Oh, yeah.

♪ They tried to suck me in and make me go crazy ♪

♪ Acting hazy I found myself wishin' for lazy ♪

♪ Made the music and so I was respected ♪

♪ Not neglected so the money was collected ♪

♪ Loved my neighbor 'cause my neighbor loved me ♪

♪ A-jiggity, jack-jack-jack ♪

♪ Mickity-mac, switch it up ♪ ♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ I switch it up ♪ ♪ We switch it up? ♪

♪ Yeah, I switch it up ♪ ♪ Better switch it up ♪

♪ Like that switch it up, yo ♪ ♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ I switch it up, come on ♪ ♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Yeah, I switch it up ♪ ♪ Better switch it up ♪

♪ I switch it up, up, up ♪

♪ Made the change ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪ ♪ I switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪ ♪ Yeah, I switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪ ♪ I switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪ ♪ I switch it up, up, up ♪

♪ Made the change ♪ ♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪ ♪ I switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪ ♪ I switch it up ♪

♪ Come on ♪ ♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪ ♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up, yeah ♪

♪ Switch it up, come on... ♪

(pop ballad playing)

I told you I'd show up for the last waltz.

(chuckles)

BRENDA: Hey.

Oh, yeah.

Come here.

You were great.

You are great.

Listen, that thing about Sue...

Donna, there is no thing with Sue.

Bose Hinton and Paul Browning--

my two friends who got shot,

they would have liked to have been here tonight.

They would have liked you, Brandon Walsh.

You would have pissed them off.

(laughing)

Walsh pisses everybody off.

So who are those guys, anyway.

They're football players.

BRANDON: Those are them, huh?

JORDAN: Mm-hmm, undefeated, untied, The Masters of the Universe.

Really?

'Cause you see, I have this theory

that if you get a couple of guys from one team,

a couple of guys from another team together

at uh, I don't know, we'll say a high school dance,

that sometime, somewhere, like maybe 10:00 a.m. tomorrow,

a football game will be played.

I bet you they're looking for referees right now.

There's no "off" on your switch, is there, Walsh?

It'll be a great game.

Nobody could have predicted this.

Jordan, my man,

anybody could have predicted this.

♪ ♪