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I can't believe somebody tried to break into the computer system.

Yeah, I heard a bunch of the grades got wiped out.

Ooh, I hope mine weren't. I hope mine were.

So, Donna...

ask me to hang out with you tonight.

Okay. Hey, Bren, you want to hang out with me tonight?

Oh, sorry, I can't. I have a date.

Are you kidding. With who?

(French accent): Who do you sink?

Oh, I don't believe you.

You've only been officially single for 48 hours.

Donna, you ever hear the expression "Just do it"?

Yeah, and have you ever heard of "Just say no"?

Steve, you keep telling me everything's taken care of,

but the Battle of the Bands is a week away, and I still don't have a time slot yet.

Look, the wheels are in motion, Dave-o.

I've already got a couple of calls in to these guys.

They don't call me by tonight, I'll call 'em back tomorrow.

DAVID: Yeah, that's what you said last week.

Steve!

Look, don't blow this.

Hey, it's a little premature for star-tripping, isn't it?

I don't know how I let you talk me into this.

Just lay low and play dumb, all right?

This whole thing's gonna blow over in a couple of days.

Are you crazy? Tampering with a computer is a felony.

We could get five years for this. Keep your voice down, okay?

Did you see those guys with Mrs. Teasley?

They're cops, and they're not gonna let this just blow over.

Some hacker you turned out to be.

How was I supposed to know the system would lock down?

My old man's gonna kill me.

No he's not. No one's gonna get caught

because no one's gonna talk, right?

Look, trust me on this one.

I'm your senior buddy, right?

DAVID (over P.A. system): Good morning, West Beverly.

Heard any good computer jokes lately?

Hey, Dylan! Yeah, man?

Got something for you. What you got?

Every article written about that kid

who was accused of cheating on his SATs last spring.

Wow, where'd you get all these, man?

Beverly Hills Public Library, periodical section, aisle two.

Oh, thanks. No sweat. Look, he beat 'em. So can you.

Yeah, you know, I got to show these to Mrs. Teasley, man.

She wrote the most stellar letter on my behalf.

Mrs. T's a good lady. Yeah, she is, and you know what,

I mean, she understands why I won't accept their offer to retake this test.

Unlike somebody you and I know.

Are you telling me you and Brenda broke up over this SAT business?

It's a little more complicated than that.

Hi, Kel.

Hey. How are you?

Good, fine.

I saw that.

I'm just feeling a little paranoid this morning.

Don't be, Kel. We don't have to hide anymore.

I know. I...

I just don't want anyone to get hurt.

Well, then you'd better go to the observatory

with me tonight, or else I will be hurt bad.

Real bad.

Dylan... we have to tell Brenda.

Tell her what? Everything.

I just don't want this to blow up in our faces.

You know, I don't either,

but sometimes when you care about someone,

honesty isn't necessarily the best policy.

I just feel like I need her permission to go out with you.

The only person you need permission from is yourself.

Need some help there, chief?

(chuckles): Working in this thing is so frustrating.

Other than that, how are you feeling?

Not too bad-- considering two busses passed me

on the way to school, which I think is illegal;

I couldn't fit through the door

at the corner market to buy some gum;

and with people staring at you

like you're an alien from another planet,

don't think I'm not gonna do a major story

on how the physically challenged are treated in this country.

It's good to have you back, Andrea.

Thanks. But first we've got to do

an investigative report on that break-in.

Brandon,

it is an award-winning story if ever I heard one.

Easier said than done.

Mrs. Teasley has, and I quote, "nothing to say on the matter."

And you let that stop you?

Hi, Bren.

Hi. I brought the radishes.

(groans): Was I supposed to bring something?

Yeah, the sodium chloride and every other chemical

we need for this lab project.

I've had other things on my mind, Bren.

And obviously the grade that you get

in this class isn't one of them.

Do you want another lab partner?

No, it's okay. I'm sorry.

So, have you heard anything from the SAT people?

No, Bren, I haven't.

You got any more questions you want to ask me?

Yeah. Do you want another lab partner?

Boy, it sure is weird

seeing Andrea in a wheelchair, isn't it?

Don't worry about her. Oh, what, she's already back in action?

Oh, yeah. I wouldn't be surprised if she cracks this case before the cops do.

What are you talking about?

West Beverly, break-in, computer-- ring a bell?

Well, she's in there doing an interrogation right now.

STEVE: Hmm.

Well, Andrea can be tough, but, well, she's no Ironside.

Oh, yeah?

So, whodunit?

Look, we'll just talk later, okay?

Oh, come on, Andrea. I'm not gonna tell anybody.

Yeah, come on, Andrea. Steve's like part of the family.

He's a black-sheep cousin twice removed, but still family. Thanks, cuz.

Well, as long as you keep everything off the record, okay?

Yeah, sure, sure. Totally.

What'd you find out? Well, not much.

But at least the grades have been restored.

Oh, I guess that's it then.

Problem solved. Case closed.

Actually,

the case has been reopened.

The police have promised Mrs. Teasley

they're gonna keep on this puppy until they make an arrest.

DONNA: Kel, ask Brenda to hang out with you tonight.

What? I have a date with Rick tonight,

and Donna thinks I'm becoming a loose woman.

Don't you think it's a little too soon

for her to be going out with someone else?

Not necessarily. Thank you, Kelly.

But what about Dylan?

I mean, you two were together for two years.

Donna, Dylan and I broke up.

It's not like I should be in mourning or something.

Yeah, Rick seems like a really nice guy.

Yeah, he is.

I mean, he's sweet; he's a college man;

he is gorgeous; and he's crazy about me.

Not to knock Dylan, but it's kind of

a relief to be with somebody who's not brooding all the time.

I mean, you've known Dylan forever.

You know what he's like.

Yeah, uh, kind of.

Well, trust me, between his trust fund, his SAT scores

and his sneaking around behind my back,

I just got tired of dealing with all of it.

So you honestly won't mind

if Dylan starts dating other girls?

No, he's free to go out with whoever he wants.

(door opens)

I got your message.

Well, good. Pull up a chair.

I'll stand.

(chuckles): Okay.

Just reading about Madonna here.

Boy, I sure like that little gal.

She's sure got spunk.

What? What do you want?

Oh, I forgot, you're a businessman--

always in a hurry.

Which is good, 'cause we need to talk some business.

So start talking.

Haven't you heard?

Someone broke into the school over the weekend,

tampered with the computer.

I didn't have anything to do with that.

Well, now, that may be.

But I believe it would be of some interest to the police

to know that a certain fair-haired senior broke in

about a month ago, tried to steal the master key

right off my pegboard.

(laughs): Well, it seems a certain janitor

didn't put up much of a fuss when a certain Benjamin Franklin

was floated his way.

(chuckles)

You got a point there.

But then again, it's my word against yours.

I got 15 years' seniority.

Now, who do you think they're gonna believe?

(chuckles wryly) (bills rustling)

Will that take care of it?

(exhales)

Looks like we're back in business.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Oh, Dottie, no, I told you, as soon as he gets home I'll...

Oh, guess who just came through the door?

Who is it? Your secretary.

Hello?

(laughs): You're kidding.

Oh, we'll get back to him first thing in the morning.

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah, have a nice night.

What was that all about?

Well, we've been playing phone tag

with a new client from New York all day.

Dottie was concerned

that I wouldn't get to hook up with him.

(laughs): I thought it must've been something cataclysmic.

She's called three times in the last 20 minutes.

It's time to think car phone, Dad.

CINDY: What's with her anyway?

She's a temp. She's trying to make a good impression.

Don't hold that against her.

No, she seemed very nice over the phone.

She is.

She's the best secretary I've had

since we moved to California.

(doorbell rings)

I'll get it. Oh, thanks, hon.

(coughs)

(French accent): Ah, Monsieur Rick, bonjour.

Oh, you did not have to.

(French accent): Oh, but I did.

(normal voice): And they ain't for you, buddy.

Ah, okay.

Mademoiselle Brenda, Monsieur Rick is here.

Shut up, Brandon.

I'll be down in a minute.

Rick! Hi, Mrs. Walsh. How are you?

Hi, this is my husband, Jim.

It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

Well, thank you.

So, Brenda tells us you transferred

to UCLA from Madison.

Yeah, I couldn't take another Wisconsin winter.

Well, you came to the right house.

We're refugees from Minnesota.

Yeah, Brenda told me.

What did Brenda tell you?

Hi. Hi, you look great.

Thanks.

Here, for you.

Wow, thank you.

Uh, Mom, could you, please?

Sure, honey.

So, what did Brenda tell you?

Well, Rick was

about to tell us why he bailed on winter.

Well, actually, I moved here

mostly because UCLA has a top-notch

business economics department.

I thought you were a writer.

I thought you were French.

You know a good friend of mine teaches over at UCLA.

Really? Yeah, he's asked me

to speak to his class on tax shelters.

Wait a minute.

You are the Jim Walsh who wrote

"The Last of the Dying Tax Shelters"

in Business World magazine?

Word for word.

Well, this really is an honor.

Thank you.

I think you just made his day.

Oh, I think you made his life.

Uh, can we go?

Yeah. It was a pleasure meeting y'all.

It was a real pleasure meeting you, too, Rick.

Bye.

Great. We'll see ya.

Bye-bye.

Mm...

They make a great couple, don't you think?

(sighs)

MAN (over P.A.): Welcome to the planetarium.

Our show will begin in one minute.

I haven't been here

since our field trip in the seventh grade.

Mm. You sat by Kenny Biller.

I cannot believe you remember that.

Yeah, are you kidding me?

Kelly, I sat there.

I watched to see if he had the guts to make a move on you

in front of the whole class.

No way. He was so shy.

You were sitting with Deena Gornick, right?

Yeah, she was pretty lively, that Deena.

So I hear.

Shh. Oh, boy.

MAN: In the age of discovery, nothing is off limits

or out of man's reach.

For the first time in the history of the scientific world,

it truly seems that anything is humanly possible.

I think the lecturer said the same exact thing

last time we were here.

You know what? What?

I think you're right.

I think we're in a time warp.

We're trapped in the seventh grade.

Scott, can you get me out of here?

(Scottish accent): Well, I don't know, Captain, 'cause I can't get power to...

Shh! Mrs. Simpkus will hear us.

You're going to get us in trouble.

So what?

If I can stand to get sent to the principal's office,

so can you.

Operations are in place for new launches

into unexplored territories up until now thought of...

Do you have guts enough to make a move

in front of the whole class?

According to NASA's plans, sometime after the beginning...

I was just waiting for permission.

An American astronaut will step ashore

onto the next new world: planet Mars.

RICK: You know, I really love this place.

Yeah, me, too.

I mean, the food's great; the music's great;

Nat's great.

The best part about it is this is our place.

Maybe we should go someplace else.

Did I say something wrong?

Rick, it's just that this can't be our place.

I mean, my brother works here; all my friends hang out here.

So, what are you saying?

Are you embarrassed to be here with me?

No, of course not.

Then what is it?

You're afraid you're gonna run into your old boyfriend?

Rick...

Hey, I'm not being critical.

It's perfectly understandable.

I mean, you were with him, and now you're with me,

and it's not easy to accept the fact

that you're gonna marry me and have my five children

and spend the rest of your life loving me.

How many children?

Hi.

Donna, hi. Hi, David.

You remember Rick, don't you?

Mais, oui. Rick, this is David.

Hey, how're ya doin'?

Great. How you doin'?

Great.

Well, uh, I think I'm gonna go put some money

in the jukebox.

Bye.

Uh, sounds like a good idea.

I have a whole bunch of quarters.

It was nice meeting you.

Yeah, same here.

Maybe we should go someplace else.

Yeah.

(laughs)

KELLY: The city is so beautiful when the Santa Anas are blowing.

DYLAN: You know when the best time is to come up here?

Sunset.

Nah.

It's when you're so pissed off

that you can't even see straight.

I mean, you look up at these stars

and down at that city,

and you just realize that you were never meant

to be the center of the universe.

And it makes all the other stuff,

all the, the hassles every day with the SAT people

and all that-- it makes it seem so... insignificant.

You know what really stinks?

No, Kel, what really stinks?

You screw up a few times

and everybody thinks that's who you are,

all you'll ever be,

even when you try to do the right thing.

I guess it just makes you wonder if it's worth it, you know?

It's all worth it.

If it wasn't, we wouldn't be here right now.

Dylan...

I think we should take it slow.

Kelly...

we have known each other all our lives.

We can't take it any slower.

Yes, we can.

I'm starving.

I'm starving, too.

Come on.

Hello, my darling.

Hey, Nat.

Welcome back!

Thank you.

Come. Come, come, come.

And in honor of your return to the Peach Pit,

tonight, everything's on the house.

Oh, I should get run over more often.

(all laugh)

Brandon said it was a hit-and-run.

Yeah, so if you happen to see

a silver, nondescript, muscle car with a bent grill,

make sure to call the cops.

Absolutely.

Something might turn up.

You never know.

Andrea, you know, if you want to get some leads,

you should offer a reward.

Oh, right.

I should just dig deep in my change purse.

I'll put up the cash.

Thanks, Steve.

That's very generous, but I...

Maybe it would work.

I mean the school is going to do it for the break-in.

You're kidding?

$250,

no questions asked.

That's a terrible idea!

You just suggested it for the hit-and-run.

Yeah, but this is completely different.

Why?

Well, you know how kids are.

They'll make up any story to get their hands on some dough.

You're probably right.

The detective in charge of the investigation told me

in confidence that he thinks the trail's getting real cold.

Really? That's too bad.

Yeah, but you know, he strikes me as such a...

incredibly negative kind of guy.

I mean, they already know that it wasn't a forced entry.

Come again?

It wasn't a break-in.

Whoever was going and tampering with those computers

was either hiding in the school or somehow got a set of keys.

What's the name of your freshman buddy?

Herbert. Why?

'Cause he just came in.

Steve, I really need to talk to you.

Listen, I know how you're feeling, Herbert.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

But it's very important.

Let's discuss it later. Come on. Trust me.

He's having girl problems.

He wants one.

That's the problem.

(both laugh)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, he's right here.

Hold on a second.

Dottie for Mr. Walsh.

Again?

Hello. Oh!

You finished typing the whole report?

You are incredible.

I may have to go back to the office

to sign some legal documents.

Oh, Jim, it's 9:30.

I know, but she's worked overtime

just so the papers could go out as soon as possible.

Oh, I mean couldn't she just drop them by?

Dottie, would it be too much trouble

to swing by my house on your way home?

Thank you.

Okay, I'll see you then.

She is definitely the best secretary I ever had.

Well, she sounds incredibly conscientious.

No, she sounds like she doesn't have a life.

(soft piano music playing)

Are you sure you don't want a bite of this?

I better not.

You don't know what you're missing.

Do you know how many calories

are on that fork?

About a billion.

Mm, mm...

Is it yummy?

Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Maybe I'll have just a little teensy-weensy bite.

Okay.

Mm... So?

So can I have another bite?

Mm-hmm.

You can have it all.

Next time dinner's on me.

Thinking about next time already?

Don't you want there to be a next time?

Well, I'm still thinking about this time.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

And what are you thinking about, Mr. McKay?

Well, I'm thinking about how beautiful you are.

And I'm thinking about

I wish all these people weren't here.

Why? What would you do?

I'd do this.

And I'd do this.

And maybe even this.

Spend the night with me, Kelly.

Let's get outta here.

Oh, my God.

Brenda.

I can't believe this.

I can't believe you would do this to me.

You said Dylan could go out with whoever he wanted.

And you said you were my best friend. What a joke.

Hey, give it rest, Bren, all right?

You know if you're trying to make me jealous, Dylan,

it won't work.

Hey, you're the one who broke up with me, all right.

Don't you ever forget it.

So how long

has this been going on with you two?

Since about 6:30.

You know, Kelly, if you're trying to lose your bimbo image,

I honestly don't think this will help.

Look, Brenda...

RICK: Listen, I gotta say something here.

Obviously, there's a lot of history between all of you,

but hurting each other is not going to accomplish a thing.

By the way, I'm Rick. I'm Dylan.

Bren tells me you're a hell of a tour guide, Rick.

Can we go, please? Wait.

Why don't we all just sit down

and try and talk this thing out.

I mean, I know it's going to be a little bit uncomfortable,

but you guys have known each other for too long

to just blow it off like this.

I am not a bimbo, okay?

Whatever you say, Kelly.

But I was always taught

that if it looks like a duck and it walks like a duck...

Go to hell.

(doorbell rings)

Hi.

May I help you?

Dottie!

Hi.

Come on in.

Dottie, this is my wife, Cindy.

Oh, I know it's Cindy. We go way back.

We're old phone pals.

It's nice to finally put the face and the voice together.

Yes.

Hey, guys, I didn't know we had... company.

Oh, Dottie, this is my son, Brandon.

Brandon, Dottie. Dottie, Brandon.

Hi. I've heard all about you.

Obviously, my father left out the good parts.

Brandon.

Anyone ever tell you

you look a little bit like Cindy Crawford?

I think it's the ears.

(chuckles)

If only we could bring him out of his shell.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Okay, here are the documents.

Don't forget you have a 9:30 haircut

appointment tomorrow,

and, oh, I made reservations at the Bistro

for your lunch with Brancato.

What would I do without you?

Well, even though I'm still just a temp,

to finally be working with someone

who I respect and admire,

who appreciates everything that I have to offer,

it's like a dream come true.

That's very nice of you to say.

See you tomorrow.

It's nice meeting you.

The pleasure was mine.

Bye. Thank you.

Isn't she incredible?

Yes.

That's one word for it.

Dad.

Did I miss something?

Honey, what's the matter?

Oh, it's so obvious.

What is?

I mean, why she's such an incredible secretary.

Oh, sweetie,

she has the hots for you.

Cindy...

Really, Mom, think about what you're saying here.

You're saying that a babe like that

has got the hots for Dad?

(laughs)

Yeah. I mean, what, she, she's like in her 20s.

There's no way. You made your point, Brandon.

But what I would like to know is what is your point?

Why did you change your clothes before she came?

Dottie and I have a professional relationship

and I didn't think it would be appropriate

to answer the door in my bathrobe.

Or without aftershave?

You know what you sound like?

A very perceptive woman?

No, a jealous wife.

Oh, please!

Which I don't get.

I mean, what bothers you more:

that she respects me, or she admires me?

Well, actually, it's what she "has to offer"

that I'm most concerned with.

Mom, really, a girl like that is not gonna...

Brandon, I'll take care of it, please.

Honey, let me reassure you.

When I go into the office,

my mind is 110% on my work.

And with the exception of you and the kids

and how the Vikings are doing this season,

nothing else ever enters my mind.

You sure you don't want me to come in?

Uh, not tonight.

I'm really sorry all this happened.

Those were two of the closest people in my entire life.

People that I've shared intimate

secrets with, people that I trusted.

It's just that I feel so betrayed.

Listen to me, Brenda.

It's about moving on.

It's about forgetting about the past

and looking to the future,

about knowing that certain relationships

are important at certain times in your life,

but then you start moving in different directions

and they just don't work anymore.

You sound like my father.

Well, your father's a smart man.

So, you told Dylan about us?

Yeah, sort of.

I am gonna make you forget him, Brenda.

DYLAN: Kelly, I didn't force you to do anything.

No, you didn't, but you were very persuasive.

You were the one who said that honesty isn't the best policy.

No, what I said was honesty isn't necessarily

the best policy when you're trying

to keep from hurting someone.

Then why do I feel so horrible?

I mean, some of the things she said...

Yeah, well, you know, Bren is not really known

for beating around the bush.

I just...

I wish this whole night never happened.

Hey, come on. Don't say that.

I'm glad tonight happened.

Well, maybe not that last part.

But I'm glad to be here with you.

I just can't stop thinking about what you said

at the restaurant.

How you made a big point about reminding her

that she broke up with you and not the other way around.

All I meant was I don't need her approval to go out with you.

I just feel like maybe I'm here because she's not.

You know that's not true.

No, I don't.

Maybe you're with me on the rebound.

What about this summer, huh?

What about up at Paradise Cove,

the first time I ever kissed you?

Was that on the rebound?

I don't know, okay?

(sighs)

What can I do to convince you?

I don't think you can.

At least not tonight.

Okay, this should work if you start it on page three

right next to the Peach Pit ad, okay?

Uh, Brandon.

Hey, Andrea. You want to check out this copy?

Sure. Look, can I just talk to you for a minute alone?

Yeah, excuse me. Thanks.

What's up, Chief?

You know, this computer thing. Yeah.

It may be bigger than either one of us

could have ever imagined.

That's not what the police say.

They seem to think the reason it was such a botched job

is because it was done by some novice hacker...

Brandon, can you let me finish, please?

All right?

Have you ever heard of something called the, uh, the legacy key?

Yeah, I think so, why?

Jay called me this morning from Northwestern to check in,

and he told me that when he was editor of the Blaze,

he had heard rumors about a master key

that unlocked every door in the school.

He's pretty positive that kids have been using it for years

to steal tests and change their grades.

Brandon, if this is true,

we could be looking at a conspiracy

along the lines of the Billionaire Boys Club.

Steve, Steve. I need to talk to you.

Sure, buddy, but make it quick.

Coach Chapman threatened to kill me

if I'm late for gym again.

You took the legacy key, didn't you?

Bring me up to speed here. I got things to do.

Steve, Andrea knows all about it.

She knows it's been handed down from year to year to year.

Now all she has to do is figure out who's desperate

enough to try to break into the computers

to change their grades.

So what did you tell her?

I didn't tell her anything, man, but she's very thorough.

You haven't discovered that

since you been playing nursemaid?

Hey, I don't have to listen to this crap.

You tell me what it looks like, Sanders.

You offer me in on the legacy,

you bomb out on your SAT, and your grades suck.

All right, so my GPA isn't the greatest.

And I probably won't get into SC.

But there is a line there, Brandon, and I didn't cross it.

Fine, then you won't mind handing over the guy

who offered you the key.

You know, you and Andrea are so smart,

why don't you guys figure it out?

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Dylan.

Come on in.

I'm afraid I have some bad news

about your SAT score.

The board's denied your appeal.

What?

Denied?

How in the hell can they do that to me?

I'm just as surprised as you are.

Hey, I was there.

I took the damn test.

I know you did, but the proctor doesn't remember anyone

coming in late, and since there was

no prior record of your signature,

they didn't feel there was enough evidence

to support your case.

They did say they'll let you take the test again.

Yeah, that's real big of them, Mrs. Teasley.

Dylan, your only other option is to battle this out in court.

Now it's been done.

But it's a lengthy process, and there are no guarantees.

So then it's official: I'm a cheater.

I'm sorry.

Good word, that "sorry," Mrs. Teasley.

Because that describes this whole situation.

This thing is sorry.

Dylan.

Brenda, I need to talk to you.

Oh, suddenly you need my permission to do something?

Look, I wanted to tell you.

Then why didn't you, Kel?

Dylan thought that it would only hurt you if we told you

and neither of us wanted to do that.

So you snuck around behind my back

out of concern for my feelings?

That's pretty pathetic, Kelly.

You were the one who said you were tired

of going out with someone who was brooding all the time.

You don't even know

what went on last night.

I think I know you and Dylan well enough to know

that you did not go back to his house

to study Spanish.

What's going on with you guys?

You know, now that I've met Rick,

I can understand why you dumped Dylan.

Rick's a stud.

A big, sweet, boring stud.

Kelly.

At least I wasn't second choice.

Neither was I.

What do you mean by that?

Would you two stop it!

Dylan!

KELLY: Dylan, where are you going?

Anywhere but here.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Okay.

I'll tell her. Thanks.

Uh, Dad's gonna be running a little late.

Oh, what'd he say?

That wasn't Dad. That was his secretary.

Ah...

Maybe we should invite her for dinner too.

Let's see, I faxed a copy to Morrison.

You have a 9:30 with Leibrandt tomorrow morning,

and if you'd just sign my time card,

that should take care of everything.

Thank you for putting in so much overtime, Dottie.

I really appreciate it.

I know I sound like a broken record,

but this is the best job I've had in a long time.

I think we're a great team.

Well, in that case, I don't mean to sound pushy,

but I think you're gonna get a call from the employment agency

to see if you want to hire me full time.

Actually, I've been thinking about it for quite some time.

That's what I was hoping you'd say.

'Cause I can't get you out of my mind.

And if you make me your personal secretary,

I'll make your life very happy, Mr. Walsh.

Mr. Walsh?

Mr. Walsh? There's no time pressure on this.

If you're not ready, I'll tell the agency to back off.

No. No.

Not at all.

No, I'll sleep with you...

I'll sleep on it tonight and, uh...

give you my decision tomorrow.

Great. See you tomorrow.

See ya.

Hi, honey.

I'm walking out the door.

DAVID: That was a pretty brutal scene in the hallway today.

I can't seem to win.

I mean, I kept Dylan at arm's length all summer

because of my close friendship with Brenda.

Then she breaks up with the guy and assures me she's over him.

So, after a lot of soul-searching

I figure I'm free and clear to go for it, you know,

but somehow I end up being the bitch.

Well, I don't think that's how Dylan feels about you at all.

Talk to you later.

(phone ringing)

Hey, this is Dylan. You know the drill.

(beep)

Dylan, it's Kelly.

Look, I don't know what's going on with you.

I don't even know what's going on with me.

But let's talk about it, okay?

Call me... anytime.

I'll be here.

Yeah, with the new tax laws

I don't think there's any real great advantage to capital gains.

Well, just like tax-shelters,

they're not the attraction they used to be.

But then again, what is?

Oh, I'm sorry, Brenda. I don't mean to ignore you.

It's just so rare that I get the opportunity

to talk to a top professional like your dad.

You know, Rick, if you want to drop by the office

to see how things run, I could give you the grand tour.

That would be terrific.

How scintillating.

All right, I promise, no more shop talk.

Good idea.

Sorry, honey.

Coffee, tea... or peanut brittle?

No, thanks.

I'm stuffed, Mrs. Walsh.

You're a great cook.

Well, thank you, Rick.

So, what business

is your family in, Rick?

Well, my father's an electrical engineer

for the Hatami Corporation.

My keyboard's a Hatami.

My dad was one of the original designers.

In fact, I have one

in my room back in my dorm.

Really?

You're late.

Oh, yeah? Just be glad I showed up at all.

A little hostility, huh?

Let's just say blackmail doesn't bring out

my best qualities, all right, Hutch?

Now son, I don't think you're looking at this the right way at all.

Why don't you spare me your interpretation.

It's that kind of attitude got you into this trouble in the first place.

You gotta learn to work from your strengths, boy.

Yours is your wallet.

Bloodsucker.

Well, that's real generous... Yeah.

but I don't think a hundred bucks is gonna cut it anymore.

I'm sorry.

I had no idea we were gonna sing

all of Jerry Lee's greatest hits.

Yeah, I think it was male bonding at its worse.

Well, maybe I can make it up to you

with a little male-female bonding.

Are you mad at me?

No.

Rick, listen...

you're a really nice guy.

Uh-oh.

No, look...

I don't mean you're a nice guy.

I mean... you are a really nice guy.

This just isn't gonna work out.

Why not?

I just don't think we have anything in common.

What happened to fate,

destiny, kismet?

Look, I got wrapped up in the romance of it all.

The truth is...

I'm not ready to get involved in another relationship,

at least not the kind that you want.

Have I been pressuring you

into doing anything you're not ready for?

Rick, I'm not talking about sex.

I'm talking about everything else.

I mean, you practically have us walking down the aisle together.

Brenda, I never believed in love at first sight

until I first saw you sitting on that park bench in Paris.

And then when I ran into you at the video store,

it hit me like a ton of bricks.

You're the one.

Maybe if it were another time.

Just answer me one question.

No, it has nothing to do with Dylan McKay.

Are you sure about that?

Your father's gonna be crushed.

I'll break it to him gently.

Don't lose my number.

'Cause I will definitely not lose yours.

Yo, bro, I saved a seat up here for you,

but then there was this fine young thing

I just had to service. You know how it is.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, you show those newspaper clippings to Mrs. Teasley?

No, not yet.

What are you waiting for?

It's a done deal.

The SAT people decided I cheated.

There's nothing I can do to change their minds.

That sucks, man.

I'm real sorry.

Anyway, Brandon, look, you were the only one

who stuck by me through all of this,

so I just wanted to come down and, and say thanks.

Hey, no big thang. I'll see ya tomorrow.

No, you won't.

I, uh, I'm gonna take off for a while.

For like how long?

Couldn't tell ya.

Are you talking about dropping out of school?

No, I'm talking about I...

I just need some space, you know.

I need to get away from everything and everyone.

Are you sure it's such a good idea?

I mean, you don't want to fall

into any kind of self-destructive thing.

That's why I gotta go.

When are you leaving?

This is my last stop.

Good luck, brother.

Thanks, man.

I'll see ya.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

Hey, this is Dylan. You know the drill.

(beep)