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Well, just make some phone calls, yeah.

Armand Greer, Pete Harris, the usual gang of idiots.

I want to know who's still talking to me.

Yeah, well, uh... make it about 8:00.

Give me time to take a long, hot bath.

Okay, I'll see you then, baby.

All right, bye.

Christine? Yeah.

You know, I liked her.

She is real easy to like.

(chuckles)

So what do you think about the limo, huh?

Just like the old days.

Oh, I don't know.

I wasn't really too fond of the old days.

Well, it was just a little gift from my attorneys,

so we might as well enjoy it.

How did you swing this anyway?

I mean, I thought you didn't have a shot at parole

for at least another couple years.

Well, I don't honestly know, son.

The lawyers worked something out.

I just packed my bags and ran.

So what are you going to do now?

Long term: who knows?

Short term: we party.

(laughs)

Call your friends, whoever you want.

We'll call room service, have Ricardo fix something up.

Give me a chance to forget

I lost the last two years of my life.

I'm glad you're out.

Me, too, son.

Me, too.

Looks like we have company.

Yeah, everybody turned out for their favorite felon.

Let me handle this.

Was there a financial transaction involved

in your sudden release from prison?

(laughing): I don't have that kind of money.

What about the dozens of lawsuits pending against you?

How are you going to compensate the people

that allege you stole their money?

Talk to my lawyers, guys.

I've been out of touch for a while.

Mr. McKay, what's the first thing you're going to do, now that you're free?

I'm going to Disneyland.

Actually, I'm gonna spend some time with my son.

Mr. McKay, what about the...

That's it, guys, that's it. I'll talk to you later.

JACKIE: You know, I really thought you meant it

when you said you loved me.

I did. Oh, but you don't anymore?

This is not about love, Jackie.

Then what is it about?

I like women, okay?

I can't help myself.

A 19-year-old dental hygienist is hardly a woman.

I told you. That's over.

Only because you're already bored with her.

Okay, so I'm a bastard!

What do you want from me?

JACKIE: I want you out of my sight.

Go be with your bimbo.

(door slams)

I'm sorry, Kelly.

It's not your fault.

I mean, I like your dad.

He's always been really cool to me, you know.

I-I just can't believe he'd do something so tacky.

Yeah, well, believe it.

He did the same thing to my mother.

It was just a different dental hygienist.

Only thing was my mother didn't have the guts

to throw him out,

so she moved to Portland and started a new life.

Well, when it comes to throwing guys out,

my mom's got a lot of practice.

I just feel bad for Erin.

I mean, she's just a baby.

At least she's too young to really know what's going on.

Until she gets old enough

to start wondering where her daddy's at.

If Mel and Jackie crash and burn, what are we going to do?

We're the kids.

We'll do what we're told.

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

You get to stay here.

What about me? Where do I go?

I mean, the only reason my mom agreed to let me live here is

because my dad convinced her

he'd make a good home life for me.

David, you'll still have a home.

Come on, in a bachelor pad in the marina,

with his latest girlfriend?

No, thanks.

We'll figure something out.

I promise.

(phone rings)

(sighs)

Hello.

Hi, it's me.

Hi. How's your dad?

Oh, are you kidding? He's great.

Hey, listen, he's having a party tonight at the Bel Age.

Why don't you come on over?

I don't know.

David and I are kind of dealing

with some heavy family stuff.

Well, tell him to come, too.

I'm inviting everybody.

All right, hold on.

Um, Dylan's Dad's having a party tonight.

Do you want to go?

I can't.

I've got to go to Donna's

and try and study for my chem midterm.

You go. I think it'd do you some good

to get out of the house for a little while.

No kidding.

I'll be there.

What time?

8:00?

Great. Bye.

Mr. McKay, Mr. McKay,

was there a financial transaction involved

in your sudden release from prison?

(laughing): I don't have that kind of money.

Right.

Two years on a ten-year sentence.

The guy hardly even has time to write a book.

Dad, you don't even know the guy.

Don't tell me you're going to defend him.

He's a liar and a crook and God knows what else.

Why do you hate Jack McKay so much?

Everyone makes mistakes.

Brenda, it's beyond mistakes.

TV REPORTER: ...lock up your daughters, Jack McKay...

(phone rings)

Hello?

Oh, hi, Dylan.

Oh, yeah, she's right here.

Hang on.

Hi, I just saw you on television.

Tonight?

Uh...

Okay.

Are you at the hotel now?

I'll call you back.

Bye.

JIM: Where are you going, young lady?

Out.

Brenda.

Look, they're having a party

for Dylan's father at the Bel Age.

Dylan invited me and I'm going.

No, I'm sorry, you're not.

I don't believe it.

The war is starting all over again, isn't it?

Brenda, this is not about Dylan.

His father is another story. I don't want you going

anywhere near this man, do you understand me?

Dad, it is only a party.

Brenda, Jack McKay went to jail for insider trading,

but that is only the tip of the iceberg.

He was involved in money laundering, bribery,

and he's got Mob connections, for God's sake.

Honey, I don't ask you for much,

but please trust your old man on this one.

So, you heading over to the Bel Age, man?

From what Dylan said,

it's going to be a pretty happening scene.

Oh, come on.

Even without Magic, I'd still rather be at a Lakers game.

You sure you can't get away?

Look, I've got two tickets, center court, floor level.

No can do, chief.

Duty calls.

Sanders, get out of here.

You're not spending any money.

(Nat and Steve chuckle)

So, uh, you want to get in on a little bet

before you go down to the game?

Cleveland's looking pretty good.

First of all, I do not bet against the Lakers ever, okay?

And second of all, how many times do I have to tell you

that basketball is a sucker's bet?

Well, maybe for you, sonny, but I follow the game.

I'm practically a maven.

Yeah.

Talk to me tomorrow when I'm a hundred dollars richer,

buddy boy.

Hey, Nat, would you do me a favor?

Would you call Duke and put a buck on Cleveland for me?

Brandon, isn't that, uh, kind of steep?

No, they're only giving the Lakers two points.

Oh, two points.

Nat, it's easy money.

There's no such thing, pal.

Stay loose.

♪ Tenderly... ♪

Andrea, you've had your head buried

in those magazines for an hour.

What could possibly be so interesting?

Steve, what do you think about redheads?

Redheads.

You know what they say about redheads?

What?

They have red hair.

(chuckles)

Very funny.

What about blondes?

Do you like blondes?

Well, isn't that a silly question?

Come on, Andrea, this is California.

Blondes are like the state flower or something.

That's not what I meant, Steve.

I know what you meant, Andrea.

I think you'd look great as a blonde.

Why don't you go for it?

I couldn't.

No, I mean, it's just too radical.

Well, maybe radical's what you need.

You think so?

The more radical-er the better.

Steve, there is no such word as radical-er.

It's not a word.

It's an attitude.

Know what I'm saying?

Hi.

Oh, Kel, hey... you look great.

I was beginning to think no one was going to show.

I'm the only one?

So far, yeah.

Everyone else was busy, or so they said.

I guess it's not that big of an honor to meet Jack McKay.

None of his so-called friends showed up either.

There are more waiters here than guests.

Well, David had to study-- really.

Yeah, Steve had to go to a basketball game,

Brandon had to work.

I forget what Andrea's reason was,

but Bren said she'll be here.

Um, she can't make it either.

She said she was coming.

I know.

She didn't call you back?

No.

What?

Um...

she wanted to come, really.

Her dad made a big deal, you know how it is.

Yeah, unfortunately, I do.

Dylan.

Hey, it's not important.

You're here.

So when are you going to introduce me to your father?

Come on.

He's going to love you.

So you know you've been in the joint way too long

when you start reading the prison newsletter

for tips on how to decorate your cell.

(all laughing)

Hey, Dylan, come on over here.

You remember Mickey Garwood-- greatest lawyer in the West.

Good to see you again, Dylan.

Listen, whatever you did

to get my dad out of there, thanks.

Oh, this is my friend Kelly Taylor.

A very beautiful Kelly Taylor.

Thank you. It's nice to meet you.

Great taste kid, just like your old man.

Oh, you better behave yourself, Jack.

This is Christine. Hi.

Hi, Kelly, nice to meet you.

Thanks.

Well, look, I... I better be going, Jack.

Oh, Mickey, come on, you just got here.

I gotta be in court at 8:00 tomorrow.

Oh, that's right.

Okay, well, let me show you out.

Bye. Bye, Mickey.

Pleasure meeting you, Miss Taylor.

Jack's entourage isn't as big as it was in the old days.

Your father had a lot more money in the old days.

SPORTSCASTER: With just over 22 seconds left of play

in overtime, the Cavs holding on to a slim thee-point lead...

Come on Cavs, let's hold 'em here, let's hold 'em here.

(laughing)

Brandon... Hang on, Bren.

Look, I need to talk to you.

Can it wait?

No, Kelly went to the party at the Bel Age.

That's nice. Brandon!

Come on, Cleveland, hold 'em here.

Just hold 'em.

Why are you rooting against the Lakers?

I'm not rooting against them.

I'm betting against them, big difference.

Look, I understand why Dad wouldn't let me go to the party,

but with Kelly being there...

Come on, Cleveland, come on, come on!

Brandon!

What are you doing?

Give me that! Brandon, I need to talk to you.

After the game, I'll talk to you as long

as you want, Bren; I promise.

(sportscast resumes)

What is with you, anyway?

Why are you betting on all these basketball games?

Because it's fun and it makes it interesting,

and I like it, okay?

I don't smoke, I don't drink,

I'm sleeping my way through my senior year.

I don't have a girlfriend, I'm bored out of my head,

and this gives me a little pleasure,

and it's making me some money.

So what's the big deal?

Excuse me.

Sorry I asked.

Ball's tipped, looking around, Perkins picks it up...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

A.C. Green dribbling from downtown.

No! Can't seem to find...

Ah, yes, we have some caviar,

some smoked salmon and pygmy pizza.

No thanks, I'm not very hungry.

Are you okay? You don't sound so good.

Stuff's going down at home.

Looks like my mom's going to be single again.

You're kidding me.

I mean, I really thought those two would make it.

Unfortunately, so did my mother.

Are you okay?

I guess so.

You'd think I'd be used to it by now.

I've been through it enough.

I just wish they'd stop fighting

and get on with the divorce.

You want to stay here with me tonight?

I can't do that.

Why not?

You know why not.

Okay, but I've got an idea.

Let's go swimming.

Swimming? Yeah.

I don't have a suit.

So, the shops are open downstairs, we'll buy you one.

It's too cold.

Kelly, the pool is heated and I'll keep you warm.

What about your father?

Ah, he's got his own blonde.

He's busy, he'll never miss us.

Come on, let's go.

(splashing)

DYLAN: Oh... oh!

KELLY: Remember the last time we went swimming in this pool?

Mark what's-his-name almost drowned.

He was so wasted at your party.

Yeah, the good old days.

I sort of remember, I'm lucky I remember anything.

(chuckles)

This was a good idea.

I'm full of good ideas.

Oh, I bet you are.

Don't do it unless you mean it.

I mean it.

(laughs): You're in trouble then.

(Kelly laughs)

(Dylan laughs)

Don't do that if you don't mean it.

I mean it.

Well, you're in trouble now.

Dylan, what if Brenda had come tonight?

She didn't.

So is that how you made up your mind?

'Cause she's not here?

Maybe.

Mel and my mom are breaking up

because he was fooling around.

I just can't feel that great about being the other woman.

Look, it was you two who gave me that dumb ultimatum.

You said choose.

I chose.

I chose you.

I want you.

I've always wanted you.

If we're going to make it,

we have to tell Brenda the truth.

We can't make the same mistake again.

Fine, no problem.

No, I mean we have to tell her about the summer.

Kelly, telling Brenda about us fooling around this summer,

it's not going to help anything.

I know, but she's my friend.

I owe it to her to tell her the truth, you know?

So do you.

Okay.

ANDREA: Donna, thank you so much.

Without you, I wouldn't even know where to start.

I mean, I can't afford one of those fancy salons,

so I figured, who should I call, I thought, "Of course, Donna.

"I mean, she's an expert at this kind of stuff,

she knows exactly what to do," and then, here you are.

It's perfect. Well, have you picked

out a color yet? No, I don't want a color.

I mean, well, not all over. I want one of those little...

you know those little, uh, oh... streaky things.

Highlights. Yes, highlights.

Do you know how to do that? Of course I do.

I-I was thinking of--

I don't know, something a little...

I don't know, something a little blonde.

No, no, no, red would be much better with your skin tone.

Are you sure?

Yeah, what are you worried about?

I don't know.

Well, you don't have to do it.

No, it's time for a change.

Look, if I'm gonna go off to Yale,

I'm not gonna go there looking like some geek.

Andrea, you are not a geek.

Yeah, well, going to that spa

with you guys taught me something:

beauty may be skin deep, but it's no sin to be beautiful.

Good.

Still, I don't know, it's such a big change.

Andrea, it's not plastic surgery, it's a hair color.

If you don't like it, you'll change it back.

You make it seem so easy.

Well, it is. Trust me.

You're gonna be gorgeous.

Here and at Yale.

Okay, thank you.

Thank you. Take care.

Shouldn't we, uh, wait for Christine?

No, no, let her sleep.

Nice spread.

Who's picking up the tab?

Well, you might as well know.

Between the fines and the lawyers, I'm pretty wiped out.

But I did stash a little bit away where no one could find it.

Just a little bit? Just a little.

Just a little, not much, so enjoy it while it lasts.

What are you going to do when it run out?

I'm gonna make some more, that's what.

You make it sound pretty easy.

It's not the '80s anymore.

So you're a financial expert now, is that it?

No. Far from it.

Well, maybe you ought to become one.

That trust fund of yours is pretty hefty, Dylan.

You might as well know what you're doing

when it comes to investments.

I'm not interested in investments.

Besides, Jim Walsh takes care of all that.

Is he doing a good job?

I get a check every month.

I know, but is he doing a good job?

I wouldn't worry.

I mean, I'm sure it's very safe, very conservative.

That's just the way Jim is.

I'm sure he is, Dylan,

but is he doing a good job?

I don't know.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Did you read this? Mm-mm.

"Jack McKay's release from federal prison only marks

"the end of his criminal prosecution.

"Over 300 lawsuits have been filed in civil court, the first

of which are due to come to trial in the next three months."

Oh, Jack McKay's going to be a busy man.

I wonder how much dough he's got stashed away.

The paper says he's broke.

Morning, honey. Hi.

Brandon already left for school.

Want me to give you a ride?

No, thanks. I'll walk.

Brenda, are you mad about last night?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Kelly went to the party.

Apparently her mother didn't have a problem

with her meeting the evil Jack McKay.

Honey, Kelly's mother

has a lot of other things on her mind right now.

And you're not Kelly Taylor.

No, I'm not.

(phone ringing) Excuse me.

Hello?

Well, uh, yes, he is.

Just a minute please.

Jim, it's Jack McKay.

Hello.

Mr. Walsh? Speaking.

Look, I just wanted to introduce myself to the man

who's been taking care of business for my son.

What can I do for you?

Well, I just, uh, I just thought we ought to get together.

You know, the sooner the better.

All right.

Why don't you call my office?

My secretary can set something up.

Terrific, okay, I'll look forward to it.

Good-bye, Mr. McKay. Good-bye, Mr. Walsh.

CINDY: What did he want?

A meeting.

About Dylan's money?

He didn't say.

Dad, what's going on?

First of all, I don't know, and second of all,

business between me and a client is confidential.

Mom, I don't like this.

I'm really worried about Dylan.

Honey, I'm sure your father will look out for Dylan.

That's what a trustee does.

Look, you heard what Dad said.

Jack McKay is a very powerful guy.

And if you were him,

and you were broke and your son had all that money,

wouldn't you want to get your hands on it?

DAVID: What happened, Dad?

I blew it, David.

So that's it? That's all you can say?

There's nothing more to say.

I'm going apartment hunting this afternoon.

So it's definitely over.

David, I tried, I really tried,

but I-I have a problem with monogamy.

I can't just be with one woman.

I made a big mistake

and now I have to pay the consequences.

This feels like déjà vu.

David, I'm sorry, I am really sorry.

I wish that you didn't have to go through this.

But we have some details we have to work out.

I'm not moving to Portland, Dad.

Who said anything about Portland?

I'll get a two bedroom right here in Beverly Hills,

you can stay here until you graduate in June.

Oh, that's real big of you.

David... What about Erin?

Look, I will always be Erin's father,

and you will always be Erin's brother.

Oh, come on, when?

On Sundays at the zoo?

With all the other divorced dads?

That's not enough for me.

David, I'm sorry.

I just don't understand why I have to lose a sister

because you can't keep your hands off some girl

in a white uniform.

David...

Look, I gotta go to school.

I hope you find a real nice apartment, Dad.

Kelly, you look great in a bathing suit.

Thank you.

Ah, I mean,

you're just beautiful all around, you know?

Would you stop?

We're at school. Oh, Kel, listen, Kel,

my dad really liked you.

And he wanted me to invite you to dinner again tonight.

With Christine, him, myself--

what do you think? I don't know.

Well, didn't you have a good time last night?

Yeah, yeah, I did.

I just...

I couldn't sleep last night,

I kept thinking about Brenda and... Hey.

How are we gonna tell her?

What are we gonna tell her?

Kel, that's not really the kind of thing that you rehearse.

(bell rings)

She's right there.

You can tell her right now, if you want to.

Hi, guys.

How was the party?

It was fine.

Dylan, look, I'm really sorry I couldn't come.

It's okay, Bren.

I just had to study, that's all.

Right.

Uh, listen, I'm late for class.

Um...

Kelly...

you didn't tell Dylan what my dad said, did you?

No. Of course not.

I should have been there.

Dylan needs friends right now.

Especially friends who understand

how bad it is between him and his father.

You've met Dylan's dad?

Yeah.

The first time Dylan and I went out,

he took me back to the Bel Age.

Jack started screaming and Dylan went right for the bottle.

Well, either Dylan's stronger, or Jack's a lot mellower,

because it wasn't anything like that last night.

In fact, Jack told the funniest story

about how they used to order up, like, ten banana splits

from room service and see who could eat the most.

Yeah, well, I don't think all of Dylan's memories are quite

that adorable.

Well, he wants to give his dad a chance.

And I think that's great.

Yeah. I guess.

I'll talk to you later.

Brandon, you should have been there last night.

I'm telling you,

I was sitting right behind Jack Nicholson.

Man, I'm just glad the Cavs covered the spread...

You are lucky. Hey, guys,

glad you could make it last night.

Thank you very much, remind me to return the favor sometime.

Dylan, if I'd known it was that important to you, I...

You'd have gone to the game anyway, Steve.

Hey, I'm, I'm sorry, man.

I just couldn't get off work.

Oh, it's okay, Brandon-- I know how it is.

I mean, Nat couldn't possibly get by

without you for one night.

Come on, Dylan.

Come on what?

I know what you're talking about,

your dad doesn't want you or your sister

within 50 feet of my old man.

He's a convicted felon.

That's not true.

Nice to know who your friends are.

Dylan...

Okay, that's the last piece.

Now we wait 20 minutes and wash.

Thank you.

You look like a human Jell-O mold.

David, one more comment like that

and you're out the door, all right?

I don't care how I look now.

It's later that I'm worried about.

Thank you. Well, if your hair turns out the color

of that stuff, you're in big trouble.

You're a big help.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't even be here.

I should be at home packing.

David, it's not going to happen that fast.

Yes it is.

As soon as he finds a place,

he's moving. ANDREA: David,

David, look, I might sound naive,

but why can't you just stay with Kelly and Jackie?

Andrea, you are naive.

Jackie's divorcing my father.

She's not going to want me around.

I mean, I'd be nothing but a reminder

of all the rotten things he did to her.

DONNA: That is not true.

Jackie likes you.

She knows this isn't your fault.

Trust me, she wouldn't go for it.

And even if she did, my Dad wouldn't allow it.

Well, how do you know, if you don't ask.

She's right.

Oh, Brandon... we just got a soda delivery in.

Would you help Willie? Yeah, sure. No problem.

Cool. Hey, did Duke stop by yet?

What?

Duke. He owes me a hundred bucks.

Oh, God.

Brandon.

I forgot to place the bet.

You forgot?

I feel terrible.

I mean, y'know, things got so busy last night,

I...

I forgot to call.

I'm sorry.

I don't believe it. Well.

Are you sure he forgot to place the bet?

Steve, don't even think it. Uh-huh.

Well, did he ever forget to place a bet when you lost?

Here... take this.

This is the hundred you would've won.

Nat, I can't take that.

C'mon, I feel terrible.

Let me make it up to you.

Okay.

But not with money.

Okay, what do you want?

I want Duke's phone number, Nat.

I'm a big boy, it doesn't make sense

for you to be booking my bets for me.

Oh, I don't know, Brandon.

Come on, Nat, it's just a phone number.

I'm not going to be passing it out around the school.

That's not what I'm talking about.

You letting me book your bets, I get to keep an eye on you.

But on your own...

it makes me nervous.

Nat, Nat.

It's me here.

Brandon Walsh.

Honors English, never been late for work.

Boy Scout.

Boy Scout.

What are you worried about?

Thank you for agreeing

to meet with us so quickly, Mr. Walsh.

No problem.

JIM: What can I do for you?

Well, I just have some questions.

Dylan and I have talked it over,

and Dylan wants to explore his legal options.

Vis-à-vis the trust.

I want my Dad to manage my money, Jim.

That's not possible.

Given that your father was convicted

on federal racketeering charges.

His current legal status,

I'm afraid, would preclude him

from serving as a...

licensed money manager or a competent trustee.

I'm not talking about managing the trust, Mr. Walsh.

I am talking about dissolving the trust.

I think Dylan's mother may have a problem with that.

She established an irrevocable trust,

whereby the money will stay there

until Dylan's 21st birthday.

Dylan...

how 'bout letting Mr. Walsh

and me have a couple minutes alone?

All right.

Mr. Walsh...

I want to thank you very much

for looking after my son

when I wasn't around,

but now that I'm here,

I'm afraid your services are no longer necessary.

You can't fire me.

You're right, Mr. Walsh, I can't.

But you and I both know it only takes three signatures

to open up that so-called irrevocable trust

and release all that money.

Yours, my ex-wife's and Dylan's.

And if Iris signs,

you can hardly stand in the way, can you, Jim?

I cannot-- in good faith-- support this.

You're talking about protecting him from his own father.

Perhaps.

I feel fairly certain

that your ex-wife will never go along with this.

Well, why don't we just call her and find out.

I mean, after all,

I think I know Iris McKay just a little bit better than you do.

Jim.

BRANDON: Hey, Bren,

have you seen my calculator?

What would I be doing with your calculator?

I left it on my desk.

I haven't been in your room, Brandon,

and I would appreciate it if you stay out of mine.

All right, I'll bite, what's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm surprised you're studying.

Isn't there a basketball game on or something?

Look Bren, I'm sorry I blew you off last night.

But the game went into over time.

Forgive me.

Yeah, sure.

Bren, just 'cause Dad wouldn't let you go

to Dylan's little party, don't take it out on me.

I could have gone to that party if I wanted to.

Then why didn't you?

What if Dad's right?

What if Dylan's father is like a major bad guy?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I was actually kind of glad I had to work last night.

You know, no matter how close Dylan and I got,

there was always a part of him that I could never understand.

And now with his father back in the picture,

it seems like he's even more distant.

I know.

Maybe the rich are different.

Sparkling cider.

Don't let anybody say I'm corrupting my son.

What are we toasting to, anyway?

We are toasting to you and me.

My brains, your money-- sky is the limit.

Aren't you being a little premature?

Iris hasn't signed anything yet.

Oh, she'll sign, Dylan.

Believe me, she'll sign.

Would you all excuse me, I just need to finish my hair.

It looks finished to me.

Oh, what do men know anyway, hmm?

Excuse me.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Hang on.

Look, I'm gonna take this in the other room.

Just make yourselves comfortable.

It'll just take a minute.

It sounds like your meeting

with Brenda's dad went very well.

It depends who you talk to.

My dad, he hears what he wants to hear.

It's all up to my mom.

You don't sound very enthusiastic about the whole thing.

I just care more about my old man than I do the money.

If this will bring us closer, I'll go along for the ride.

Listen to me, I told you I'm doing the best I can.

These things take time.

Are you ready?

Uh, yeah, honey, I'll be right out.

Okay, just, uh, just keep 'em entertained, okay?

Okay.

Look, I told you everything is under control.

Yes, we will get the money out of the trust, a deal's a deal.

Now you back off, until you hear from me, you got that?

Good.

(elevator bell dings)

I had a very good time tonight.

I told you so.

Although I would like to try it

without my dad and Christine sometime.

I'd kind of like to get you alone all to myself.

It's getting a little late.

You sure you, uh, don't want to stay with me?

No.

I promised myself.

Not until we tell Brenda.

Mmm, which we had the perfect opportunity

to do today at school.

What if she stops talking to me again?

What do you want?

I mean, you want to pretend

that there's nothing going on between us

just so Brenda will keep talking to us?

No.

All right.

So we'll tell her tomorrow.

Together, after school.

Okay.

(piano playing upbeat jazz)

Where have you been?

Do you know what time it is?

Yeah, I told you.

I was going out with Dylan and his father for dinner.

Till 2:00 in the morning?

(laughs)

Since when do you wait up?

(sighs)

Well, I... I wasn't really waiting up.

I couldn't sleep.

Did Mel leave?

Yeah.

He's staying in a hotel until he can find

an apartment.

He's probably with his girlfriend. Mom, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have gone out tonight.

No, no, no.

It's bad enough you have to go through this at all.

I don't want you putting your life on hold because of me.

Did you have fun?

Yeah, I did.

I can't believe Dylan and I are finally together.

Well, at least one of us is lucky in love, huh?

Yeah, I guess so.

What about Brenda?

She doesn't know yet.

(baby crying)

Oh, come here.

Oh, come here.

David... (speaks gently)

Oh, I'll go get a bottle.

Oh, I already got one.

Well, thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

She's my sister, too, you know.

Yeah, she is, and you're doing a great job.

I'm already starting to miss it.

The crying

in the middle of the nights.

Her smiling in the morning

while she's spitting Cream of Wheat.

Mom, why does David have to go?

He doesn't.

What?

Erin is your sister.

Her home is your home.

You can stay as long as you like.

Do you mean it?

JACKIE: Yeah, I do.

Me, too. You belong here.

Well, what about my parents? What do I tell them?

I'll talk to Mel.

God knows he owes me something.

I think it's time I start collecting, don't you?

(crowd chatter)

Hi. Hi.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure. What's up?

Do you want to go to a movie tonight or something?

I can't, Bren.

I've got plans with my dad.

Oh.

Well, maybe another night then.

Maybe.

Dylan, what's the matter?

(sighs) Nothing. I just got a lot of things on my mind.

Look, if it's because I didn't go to the party,

I'm sorry, but let's not let your dad

and my dad come between us.

It's just business, Bren.

Okay.

I better get to class.

(over P.A.): ♪ ...alll the treasures you have found ♪

♪ I wonder where you are ♪

♪ Where you are... ♪

Well?

It looks great.

DAVID: You look gorgeous.

You think so?

Stunning.

Oh, thanks, you guys.

I-I got to go.

Donna, her hair doesn't look any different.

What? It-It... It looks highlighty.

Well, whatever you say. I didn't see it.

Well, then why'd you tell her how gorgeous she looked?

Well, because my dad always taught me

that beautiful women like to be told that they're smart,

and smart women like to be told that they're beautiful.

So, what am I?

You're smart...

and beautiful.

Oh! Do me a favor, David.

Don't take anymore advice

from your father about women, okay?

Okay. Thanks.

So, how'd you do last night with all that action going on?

Well, I did pretty well, thank you, my friend.

I'm meeting Dukie later on tonight to pick up my winnings:

100 American dollars.

Now, do you still think basketball's a sucker's bet?

As a matter of fact, yes, I do, Brandon.

Hi, guys.

Hey, Andrea.

Hi, Andrea.

Bye, Andrea. BRANDON: Hey, Steve?

Why don't you stop by the Peach Pit later on,

help me count all my cash.

Yeah.

So, Steve, you, uh,

notice anything different?

You got new glasses?

No.

A new vest?

No.

You did it, huh?

So, you like it?

What-What'd she do?

Well, it's definitely not that radical,

but it looks good on you.

Thank you, Steve.

What did you do?

What-What'd she do?

Nothing.

Men.

(sighs)

(school bell rings, crowd chatter)

Hey, man.

Hey.

Listen B, I, uh...

I want to apologize to you

for busting your chops about that party thing.

That's okay.

I probably could have twisted Nat's arm.

Truth is, I didn't.

Yeah.

Anyway, you-you don't have to prove to me anything

about our friendship, man.

You've already done that.

Yeah.

Same here.

Look, I don't think

you're going to be seeing me around your house too much.

Why? What's going on? You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. It's just, I don't think

Bren's going to want to see me for a while,

or talk to me or hear anything about me.

And I didn't want you to think that I was avoiding you.

So, it's finally over, huh?

Again.

Yeah, this is it.

(exhales loudly)

Okay.

Do me a favor?

Look out for your sister, man.

She'll need it.

(doorbell ringing)

Hi.

Hi.

What's going on?

Um, we need to talk to you.

Come on in.

Um, why don't we take a walk instead?

Let me get my jacket.

(sighs)

Okay, let's go.

Brenda, please try to understand

how much you mean to us, all right?

I know this is hard for you, Bren.

It's hard for all of us. Don't touch me!

Look, Dylan, you have made your choice,

and I have to live with that,

and I should've seen it coming,

but I don't have to stand here and listen to it anymore.

I am going home, okay?

No, Brenda, we need to tell you something else.

Well, I don't want to hear it. I've heard enough.

Well, you're going to have to, Bren, 'cause neither one of us

can stand to lie to you anymore.

This summer, while you were in Paris...

Look, I told you I was with a girl, right?

Kelly was the girl.

(voice breaking): I thought you guys were my friends.

I loved you. I trusted you both.

KELLY: Brenda, please.

We didn't plan this, Bren.

No, of course you didn't plan it, Dylan.

You just let it happen.

And you lied to me, both of you, for months and months.

You know, when I broke up with you,

you made it seem like

Kelly was just some girl you picked to go out with.

You made it seem so innocent, like it was my fault!

Neither of us wanted to hurt you.

You didn't care about how I felt at all, Kelly.

That's not true.

Did you two sleep together?

No.

And why should I believe you?

Because it's the truth.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because we owe it to you, Bren.

I mean, don't you think that we all owe ourselves

a little something more than this? I mean,

if we could start again from someplace a little more honest.

Honesty? Is that what you think this is about, Dylan?

I don't think so.

Look, I hate you both.

Never talk to me again!

She'll be all right.

I hope so.

Will we?