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(thunder rumbling)

JACK: Dylan!

Yeah?

Hang on, I was gonna move the car. That's okay, I'll get it.

Yeah? Yeah. Thanks, Dad.

Well hey, what are dad's for?

Dad!

Jack!

(screaming)

(gasping)

We're gonna be dreaming about this for the rest of our lives.

You might as well get used to it.

Except it's not just a dream.

It's... It's a nightmare.

It's our nightmare.

Jack's dead, we might as well be.

(thunder rumbling)

DAVID: How am I supposed to be in two places at one time?

It's humanly impossible.

Of all the days to schedule my first recording session.

You know, you're telling me about your career

as if I care-- I don't.

So, what am I supposed to tell them?

Icon Records is never gonna understand

why I can't be there tomorrow.

Two weeks ago I would've been happy

to intercede on your behalf,

but since you sold me down the river, David,

why don't you make like a tree... and leave?

I can't believe this. They're all over his front yard.

Isn't that illegal?

...whether they have any suspects in connection It depends.

with yesterdays' brutal gangland-style murder

of one-time Beverly Hills financier, Jack McKay...

What time is the funeral?

10:00 a.m.

Did you call him, Andrea?

I didn't know what to say.

Me either.

(indistinct clamoring)

Hey, Dylan...

you didn't think you were gonna

get rid of me that easy did you?

Lady, I'm trying, I'm trying to reach Iris McKay...

McKay. M-C-K-A-Y.

Just hang up already, will ya?

What are you cryin' to mama for, huh?

I mean what did she ever do us?

Excuse, excuse me?

Did you get ahold of your mom yet?

You know where she's at, man.

The woman is off in woo-woo land

searching for the meaning of life.

Dylan, are you okay?

Hey, can I leave a message with you?

Yeah, tell her Jack McKay got blown to bits

in Venice, California, and Dylan thought

she might just wanna know.

Tell her that Dylan called.

Aloha.

Still no luck, huh?

Not at all.

DYLAN: Come on, man, let's bail.

Come on, let's go while we've got the chance.

We could be in Baja in two hours.

Dylan, I just, I wish there was something I could do

to make you feel better.

So do I, Kel.

(knocking)

Damn it! Not now!

God, what do they want now?

You know what they want, man!

They want to sell newspapers.

Should I answer it?

They want to put us in a freak show!

Dylan, what should I tell them?

Tell 'em I split.

(knocking)

Mr. Walsh.

Hi, Kelly.

Come in before they take your picture!

This is crazy.

They've been camped out there all day.

Where is he?

He's back there.

He's not doing very good though.

I know, honey. Let me talk to him.

I'm so sorry, son.

Yeah.

Where you going?

I don't know, but I can't stay here.

That's why I came over.

We want you to come back and stay with us for a while.

Thanks, Jim, but Brenda's made it pretty clear

she doesn't want anything to do with me.

Apparently she's had a change of heart.

She was the one who insisted I come here and bring you back.

Are you gonna be okay, Kelly?

Yeah. I'm just gonna go on home.

All right.

Can you give us a minute?

JIM: Out of the way, please. Out of the way.

Let him through. Any leads yet, Dylan?

Dylan, have you gotten any sleep since the death of your Dad?

Let us through. Excuse us...

Any comment at all...

(reporters clamoring)

Come on, give us the scoop.

What about the allegations against your father, Dylan?

What's the story?

Dylan, just a comment. Do you have anything to say?

BORMAN: So what do you propose we do, genius?

Kidnap the kid, in front of the eyewitness news team?

Yeah, well you guys blew this, not me,

so we either do it my way or you find yourself another cowboy.

You know, Bren, you look like you could use

a little Rocky Road-Butter Pecan combo right about now.

Now?

Yeah, right.

Listen, you letting Dylan stay here is a really nice gesture.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

I'm just kind of scared.

So's he.

I think they're here.

A little orange sherbet? Last chance...

Where's Dylan?

Uh, he's looking at the backyard.

Hey, D.

Hey, B. How you doing?

How you doing?

I'm here.

You want me to take these bags up for you?

What are you, the bellboy?

For you... yeah.

You know what I love about your backyard, man?

What?

It looks the same today, you know,

I mean the same as it did yesterday,

the day before that, and the day before that.

Well, you know us Walshes, boring and predictable.

All except one.

Are you guys gonna come inside?

It's pretty cold out here.

You know, when our Aunt Sheila died,

I didn't want to go to the funeral.

Yeah, neither did I.

But I felt better afterwards.

Saying good-bye and all...

So what I'm I supposed to go have a good cry

with the press breathing down my neck?

They won't show up to the memorial services,

I promise you that.

Yeah, we won't let them.

What difference does it make if I go or not?

You guys, Jack's gone.

Dylan, he's still here.

Just like Aunt Sheila's still here.

Oh, what Bren, in spirit?

Yes.

DYLAN: I don't believe in that junk.

When your number's up,

your number's up. Jack took a hit, and that's it.

Well, you don't have to decide right now.

I mean, maybe you'll feel differently

after you sleep on it.

Look, Bren, I want to thank you for letting me stay here.

Dylan, you don't have to say anything.

In fact, I want to apologize to you.

I'm sorry it took me a whole day to swallow my pride,

and do the right thing.

BRANDON: I... I think you need

another pillow.

I'm just gonna go in the hall and get it.

You know, it's going to be okay.

Just keep telling me that, will ya?

(sighs)

KELLY: I just felt so useless.

I mean, I kept trying to reassure Dylan

that everything was gonna be okay,

but I just don't think I was getting through to him.

He's probably still in shock.

Or maybe he knows that I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.

No, Kelly, you've never been in a situation like this before.

I mean, you can't expect to know how to take care of him right now.

I bet the Walshes do.

What's that supposed to mean?

Dinner's ready.

You are staying, aren't you?

Well, what are we having for dinner?

Meat loaf and mashed potatoes.

Yum!

Ew.

What, you don't like meat loaf?

No, it's just so retro... so fattening.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Yeah, he is.

Hold on.

It's your producer.

Oh, God.

Uh, hello.

Oh, great, great.

All right, thanks a lot, Serge.

I'll see you then.

So you were able to reschedule?

Not exactly.

David, I thought you were going to tell them

about the funeral

Can we talk about this later, please?

Fine. We'll talk about it at dinner.

Aren't you coming?

No. I just feel like being alone.

You just don't feel like eating the meat loaf.

It's disgusting, gentlemen, disgusting.

Who's winning?

The bad guys.

Hey, don't turn it off on my account.

It's all right, this game's over.

The Pistons never even showed up.

Easy come, easy go.

So, how much you on the hook for?

Well, over the whole season,

I'm pretty much even, maybe down a little.

It's all right, I got two games tomorrow though.

I fully expect to bounce back

and possibly even be in the plus side.

Always do.

You must be pretty beat, huh?

Man, I haven't slept in two days.

Yeah, well, I'll try not to snore.

Thanks.

Good night, man.

Night.

Hey, Dude.

I been expecting you.

What, you gonna make me drink alone?

You can't tell me you don't want any.

Where you going?

You gonna go call your sponsor?

So that he can tell you

that he understands how you feel?

Or you'd rather wake up Jim and Cindy,

so they can tell you you've been like a son to them.

Quit torturing yourself, man.

What do you want, Dylan?

You wanna, you wanna hate him, so you won't miss him?

That's not gonna work, 'cause you just remember

the other day, he put his arm around you

and just for that second

it felt like somebody loved you.

It's a lose-lose situation, you know?

I mean, it's a classic case--

we're going down.

What's it gonna be,

stone-cold sober... or feeling no pain?

What does Dylan like for breakfast?

Black coffee?

Dylan's not really a morning person.

Except when he's surfing.

Yeah well, he's not going surfing today.

You know he told me he hadn't slept since the explosion.

He went out like a light last night.

Well, we'll just let him sleep then.

We don't have to go for another hour.

Is that reporter from Channel 12 still out there?

Nope. Nobody's out there.

But this... on the front page again.

Dylan's picture no less.

You're kidding.

Why can't they just leave him alone?

Well, it's a valid news story, Bren.

What does it say? Well, there are two articles.

"Death of a Crooked Salesman"

and "FBI to Probe McKay's Mob Ties".

I don't think we should let Dylan see this this morning.

CINDY: I agree.

I think he's had enough news for one week.

I think we all have.

Kelly, you're not even dressed yet.

I'm sick, Donna. I really don't feel good.

Kelly...

I don't.

I have stomach cramps.

So take an aspirin.

The service starts in a half hour.

Oh, Donna, I tried saving you

the trip over here, but you'd already left.

Why, what, what's the matter?

Nothing. Just we have to take separate cars

because I'm going straight

to the recording session afterwards.

But Brandon said we have to go to the Walshes' afterwards

to pay our condolences.

Now that is something I'm definitely not doing.

Why not? Are you planning on having a stomachache all day?

Well, don't you think it'd be kind of awkward for Kelly

to go over there with Brenda not even talking to her?

Funerals are awkward for everybody.

I mean, aren't you and Dylan supposed to be going out?

Don't you think he needs you there today?

And I don't understand why you just didn't tell Serge Menkon,

that today isn't a good day for you to cut a record.

Donna, I can't start making demands

before I've proven myself.

Well, what's Dylan going to think?

Well, if he thinks about me at all,

which I highly doubt,

maybe he'll appreciate me leaving him alone.

You know, I am really disappointed in you--

in both of you.

All right, I'm coming.

I just don't know what to wear.

(knocking)

Yeah. Come in.

You about ready?

Do I have to wear this tie?

Not if you don't want to.

Good.

Shall we go?

If you say so.

You threw away all my stuff, huh?

You took down all the pictures?

No, they're just packed away in a box in the garage.

Out of sight, out of mind, eh?

Dylan, you've never been out of my mind.

But if this hadn't happened, I wouldn't be welcome here.

Dylan... you and Kelly hurt me pretty badly.

But it's nothing compared to what you're going through.

And in the grand scheme of things,

you'll look back years from now

and I'll just be a girl you knew in high school.

No, you won't.

No, you won't, Bren.

Not after everything.

That's nice to know.

We better get going.

Do me a favor, Bren.

Will you help me tie this thing?

How do we even know that that's him in there?

I mean, well, that could be the upholstery

or the steering wheel, or anything.

Dad, where are you?

They're ready to start.

unless you need a few more minutes?

No, let's get this over with.

They asked if you wanted to say a few words at the service.

You have some time to think about it.

(church organ playing)

To everything there is a season,

and a time for every purpose unto the heaven,

a time to be born, a time to die,

a time to plant, a time to pluck up what has been planted,

a time to cast away stones

and a time to gather

stones together,

a time to embrace

and a time to refrain from from embracing.

What can you say about a man who had everything

and lost it?

About a man who may not have realized what he had?

Was he blind or...

What is he gonna say, huh?

Is he gonna say that he was a wise man,

that he was a kind man? That he had ideas, vision?

And what are you gonna tell 'em?

Are you gonna tell 'em what a great father he was?

Devoted husband?

Model citizen?

Are you gonna tell them that they killed him,

but he didn't really deserve to die?

Come on.

Dylan, how do you feel?

Do you want to say anything?

DYLAN: Huh?

Because the truth is,

they whacked him because he was a bad guy.

So if you want to share that with all these people here,

then you be my guest.

No, I don't.

(sniffling)

Well, I guess he's not gonna be coming out anytime soon, huh?

Well, you know, he's not very big on crowds.

He probably just wants to be alone right now.

Are you sure we should come over?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, he'll be okay.

My mom's putting out a big spread.

Donna, can't you just say good-bye for me?

No.

Oh, I hate good-byes.

Well, I guess this is good-bye for us too.

Yeah, but I'll see you back at the Walshes'.

I think I'm gonna skip it.

Why?

I just don't want to intrude.

Excuse me, Christine,

uh, my mom wanted me to make sure you have our address.

Yes, I do, thank you very much.

And, Kelly, you remember how to get there, don't you?

I think I can find it.

He'll just be a few minutes.

Is everything all right?

He had to go to the bathroom.

Dylan!

I don't know if you remember me.

I worked for Terry Wilson on the boat.

Yeah. Yeah.

Just wanted to tell you how sorry I am

about what happened and all.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

You're going to get a phone call

at your friend's house in two hours

from some people who need to speak with you.

What are you talking about?

They just want to pay their respects.

Be smart, and do what they tell you.

Hey, Dylan.

Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you.

Don't worry, son.

These things have a way of working themselves out.

Listen, man, I'd really like

to be at Brandon's afterwards with everyone,

but you see, the fact is

I have a recording session I have to be at, like, now.

Whatever.

DYLAN: Thanks for coming, Nat.

Bye, Nat.

Bye, honey.

Can I get you anything?

No. Not right now. Thanks.

Yo, D, want to go shoot some hoops, brother?

No.

Come on, man. A little Horse, a little Pig.

No. Maybe later.

See you out there.

You guys going to shoot around?

Yeah. Your son thinks he can school me, so...

Why don't you ask Dylan if he'll play?

He's not into it, Dad.

Let me work on him.

Brandon, can I talk to you for a sec?

Sure. What's up?

I'm worried about Dylan.

Well, Brenda, you can't exactly expect him

to be the life of the party.

But that article in the paper

made it sound like he might be the next target.

And that's why we decided

not to discuss it with him, remember?

Brandon, from the way he's talking,

something tells me he already knows.

These chips are so salty.

Then why don't you stop eating them?

I can't. I'm so nervous.

What are you nervous about?

This house.

Dylan and Brenda under the same roof together.

Oh, please. Come on.

I can't help it.

I mean, it's like I'm paralyzed.

I don't even know what to say to him.

I feel like he's totally ignoring me.

Well, that's 'cause you're acting really weird.

Thank you. You're welcome.

ANDREA: How long does it take freesia to bloom?

In Southern California? Not more than about ten weeks.

Cindy has quite a green thumb.

Well, would you like

to go sit out on the patio?

Sure.

What about you, Dylan?

Uh... I was just wondering.

When are we going to be going down the the studio?

Well, the group ahead of you, uh...

they have one more track to lay.

What? Maybe another

hour, huh?

An hour?

Why? You have someplace you'd rather be?

No. Well, sort of.

You see, my friend's father, he just got...

Uh... he died and, uh... they're having the reception

right now. Oh, David.

Why didn't you say anything to us?

Serge booked the space.

We have people coming in.

I know. It was just sort of a last-minute death.

I mean... David,

a word to the wise.

You want a career in this business,

you got to get a creative synergy going.

You know, that's a give-and-take kind of thing.

I hip, you hop. You be, I bop.

You know what I'm saying?

Uh... not really.

Don't worry. You will.

Okay, this is it.

This is for the title, this is for

the money, this is for everything folks. If I...

If I make this shot in,

you'll have to kiss my feet in a conga line.

Is he always like this?

Yeah. Shoot the ball already, would ya, Steve?

Wait a second. I want to know if there's any takers.

Yeah, I got a taker for you.

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

Shoot!

Oh! Two points! All right!

You know they're not your friends, don't you?

I mean, Brandon-- he's the one they love.

Oh, and like you and Donna Martin have

anything in common... except Kelly.

Sure, she's good looking,

but you know it's only a matter of time

before she burns you, too.

Shoot!

Ooh, it disappeared.

(Andrea laughs)

Your shot, buddy.

Go ahead.

Hi.

Hi.

It's kind of weird being here, don't you think?

I think it's all relative.

It was weird being in that limo with Jack,

it was weird at the hotel, it was weird on that boat.

My whole life has been weird.

Well, I really-- I really liked Jack

even though I didn't know him that well.

Kelly, you knew him nearly as well as I did.

And I didn't believe anything

that they wrote in that article today.

What article?

The, the one in the newspaper.

Hey, Brandon, you got today's newspaper?

No, I think I threw it away.

So what'd it say, this article?

He was a mobster or just a liar and a cheat?

Dylan, I'm sorry.

Why? Did you write it?

Hey, what's up, Dylan?

Oh, not now,

goofball!

Listen, everybody's out back, David.

I'll be there in a minute.

So what are you doing, man?

We're about to get drunk.

You want to join us? Hey,

didn't you have something that you had to do?

Yeah, well, I got 'em to postpone the session

'cause my head wasn't really into it.

Well, I hope you didn't do that on my account.

Especially since you and I have nothing

to say to one another.

Listen, we've never really been too close...

Here it comes.

"I've always liked you, I've always respected you."

...and I guess the fact is, uh,

you just don't really like me too much.

David, the fact is I don't really know you that well.

Yeah, well, that's just it.

I suddenly feel like I know you more than anybody.

Would you get rid of this yutz, huh?

Listen, man, it wasn't my father,

but I was in the room

when Scott accidentally blew himself away

and I know how I felt afterwards.

It's like a bad nightmare you can't really wake up from

and you can't do anything to get him back.

I wanted to run away and get high or something,

but the problem is

you can't run away from what's in your head.

I know.

I know.

You want to go outside, get some air?

Oh, hi, David.

Hi, Mrs. Walsh.

Dylan, have you had anything at all to eat?

Now that you mention it, no.

What's good?

Ah, this.

(phone rings) This is very good.

Ooh.

Try the salmon.

DAVID: Thank you.

Dylan.

The phone's for you; it's...

your Uncle Frank?

Thank you very much, Mrs. Walsh.

DYLAN: Are you threatening me?

Is that what this is about?

All right, l-look, I'll be there.

Yeah, y-you got to be more specific.

(dial tone)

Dylan, look.

Kelly, is Brandon still outside?

Yes. Thanks.

Dylan, wait a minute.

I need to talk to you.

Look, I'm really bad at this.

Nothing I say is coming out right,

so maybe I should just go.

Do what you got to do.

I was hoping you'd say you'd come with me.

Kelly, I can't.

All right?

(sighs)

Oh, God.

I'll call you later.

(sighs)

Brandon, Brandon, listen to me.

I need a favor.

Oh, Dylan! Hey! Hey!

There he is! Dylan, over here!

Let's go.

Thanks, man.

You got it.

You want to tell me what this is all about?

If all goes well, I'll find out what I need to know.

And what if all doesn't go well?

Say you knew me when.

I'm coming with you, man.

Next time. Hey,

what am I supposed to tell 'em

if they ask me what's going on, huh?

(car engine starts)

Make something up.

(tires screeching, engine roaring)

So what are we trying to prove here, huh?

That we're as stupid as Jack?

I mean, come on, man,

those people put a bomb under his car.

What do you think they're going to do when they find us?

Two in the bonnet and watch us bleed.

Look, will you shut up?!

Thank you.

You know, we could be to Baja

in two hours.

I just don't want to die.

(mariachi music playing)

(cash register rings) (coins clatter)

(men shouting)

Daddy!

Glad you could make it.

Do you want to, uh, follow me? Who are you?

We'll get to that later. (mock chuckling)

We'll get to that right here, right now, in broad daylight

with all these people around-- now, who are you?

(water dripping)

Thanks for coming, Dylan.

Sorry to pull you away from your friends.

If you work for the government, why are we meeting here?

Because we're not meeting here.

In fact, this conversation never took place.

So, what is it?

You want to ask me about my dad's "mob ties"?

Is that it?

Let me tell you, you picked a damn bad day for it.

CHRISTINE: No, Dylan.

That's not it.

What, they dragged you down here, too?

Not exactly.

I work with these guys.

So did your father.

BORMAN: When your dad agreed

to cooperate with us,

he had only one condition:

that if anything happened to him,

you should at least be told that he was on the right side.

I don't get it, at all.

I mean, what, he got out of prison early

so he could help you people set up a sting operation?

A-Acting as the bait

to lure some crime boss to the boat?

That was the plan.

Well, my question is: While you geniuses

were supposed to be watching his every move,

how did they get the bomb

under his car?!

I mean, this is sick.

He went undercover for you people,

he spilled his guts out, and you were so busy

covering your ass that you let your star witness

fall through the cracks, and it cost him his life! All right!

It was a major screw-up, okay?

But this is an ongoing investigation.

There's a lot of people out on a limb here,

and the only reason you're getting this information--

which you're not getting, remember--

is because your father cut a deal.

Can I talk to you alone for a minute?

So, when you agreed to marry Jack,

was that just part of the game, too?

No, it wasn't.

I mean, they do have rules about that kind of thing?

Fraternizing with the informants? Yes, they do.

That's why I was gonna resign.

Sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people, Dylan.

(wry chuckle): So you don't have to resign now.

No, but I got to find a way to go on without him.

That's what you've got to do, too, Dylan.

(mariachi music playing)

You don't really believe that fairy tale

about Jack being a big unsung hero, do you?

I am not gonna sit here talking to myself.

Yeah, that's just it, you're not gonna be talking to anybody

when the guy who put the bomb under Jack's car comes to our house!

(music blasting over radio) Do you really trust those goons to protect us?

Oh yeah, hey, turn up the volume,

that's fine with me, but I'm not gonna shut up

until you go to a liquor store and we get plastered.

(turns off radio) No! I don't want to hear it.

This is not the Bel Age Hotel! It's not Rio or Paris!

I'm not 13 years old anymore!

I'll be damned if I'm gonna listen

to a broken record for the rest of my life.

Okay, here it comes, once and for all, all right?

We are gonna get through this, and I do not want a drink!

♪ ♪

You guys still here?

I figured I'd be old news by now.

Hardly. The Herald is running a major story tomorrow.

It's a good thing I don't get the Herald.

Dylan, we understand there was bad blood

between you and your father.

What kind of man was he, and how will you remember him?

I'm glad you asked me that.

I had a chance to talk about him today

at his funeral and, uh, I didn't.

(sighs): So, wh...

when you write about the notorious Jack McKay,

you write this:

He is survived by his only son,

who loved him very much...

and will miss him very much.

Thanks, Dylan.

Let's go.

We were getting worried about you.

(sighs): I just had to take a drive to clear my head.

Did it help?

Yeah.

Yeah, it did.

(chuckles): I, uh...

I started flashing back to this summer

a long time ago at the beach, where, uh,

he taught me how to body surf, taught me how to read.

I'd forgotten all that.

At least you got to hear your father tell you...

how much he loved you.

Yeah.

He did.

Come on inside.

Hi.

Hi.

You want some?

(exhales): What flavor?

Mm, butter pecan.

Always works for me.

Hey, Dylan.

Hey, B.

Thanks.

So, did you, uh, find what you were looking for?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Did I wake you?

No, it's okay.

How are you?

Okay.

How are you?

I'm better now.

Go back to sleep.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

I'll call you tomorrow.

You better.

I will.

Bye.

♪ We must always remember ♪

♪ We can never forget ♪

♪ What brought us together ♪

♪ To the place that we're at ♪

♪ We're tied to the memory ♪

(crying)

♪ Of how we got here ♪

♪ When I know who I am ♪

♪ I'll understand ♪

♪ The lesson is clear ♪

♪ On a day ♪

♪ Like tomorrow ♪

♪ We will ride the wings of fate ♪

♪ Prophets say ♪

♪ That tomorrow ♪

♪ We'll be in a better place ♪

♪ It will be ♪

♪ Just wait... ♪