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(thunder crashing)

Hurry, hurry!

BRENDA: Dear Mom and Dad, Autumn has come early to Minnesota,

and I never realized how much I missed the change of seasons.

Who am I kidding?

It hasn't stopped raining in a week,

it's 40 degrees outside

and they haven't turned on the heat in the dorm yet.

Oh! Man, is it wet out there.

Yeah, well, what's new?

We just heard

a weather report in the car. It may snow tonight.

Great.

Better get used to it, Brenda.

Bikini season's over.

See you at dinner. It's turkey

tetrazzini.

Guaranteed to fill you out, not up.

See ya.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, it's probably just the weather.

I'm not used to it anymore.

It's probably that poster.

If you keep staring at it,

you're gonna get more and more homesick.

I guess I have to admit...

it didn't take long to get used to the good life out there.

Well, come on, Bren.

You were never really one of them.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, you came back, didn't you?

Speaking of the good life, I've got a date tonight.

Congratulations. Anyone I know?

I don't think so. He's from Rochester.

We met at the academic decathlon last spring.

Sounds like an interesting guy.

Oh, he is,

and if things go the way I think they'll go,

I might want the room to myself for a while tonight.

I mean, if that's okay with you.

Yeah, sure.

Anyway, if this...

is hanging on the doorknob when you come home tonight,

that means "Do not enter," okay?

Very tasteful.

(knocking)

BOY: Darla, you in there?

Yeah, hold on a sec.

Oh, God, that's him.

I look a mess.

You look great.

Well, let's hope he thinks so, huh?

Hi, come on in. I want you to meet

my oldest friend in the world, Brenda Walsh.

This is Dylan.

Hi, Brenda.

Hi, Dylan.

MAN (over P.A.) Jordan party, court four.

Hardaway party, court nine.

Out! 40, love.

What're you talking about? That was in!

It was off a mile, what are you, blind?

Celeste, tell him you saw it.

Sorry, Brandon, it was out.

Hey, don't apologize.

This is war we're playing here.

Serve it up, Sanders, let's go.

I hate to tell you this babe, we're still getting killed.

We? Don't look at me.

You guys might as well be playing singles.

Cel, hit the ball

towards Brandon, he's got a big hole

in his racquet. Okay.

Shut up, Sanders.

Oh, nice, nice!

All right, Celeste Lundy!

Next stop, Wimbledon!

Next stop, the Pacific Ocean.

I'm going swimming.

Good game. Good game, guys.

Good game.

You got to face it, Brandon.

Tennis is my game.

Yeah, well, Steve, if I spent all summer

at Mommy's country club practicing with the pros

instead of working, it'd be my game, too.

You just can't face the fact

that you're never going to beat me.

Well, how about tomorrow?

Same time, same place.

Are you challenging me to a rematch?

You're a real quick study, Steve, you know that?

Guys, do we have to?

You're on.

We have to.

(chuckles wryly)

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea

to let Brandon use Brenda's room.

How is it he can talk us into anything?

Well, we just better make sure

he doesn't drag her bed out of here.

She will come home for the holidays.

And for summer vacation.

But, uh... she's gone, isn't she?

Do you remember the first day

we took Brenda to nursery school?

'Course I do.

And they made us leave her alone

in that great big room,

and, and I kissed her good-bye,

and then you and I stood in the hall

waiting for her to cry.

But she didn't cry.

But I did.

Come here.

Oh, and here we are again.

Let me put this in a little perspective for you.

Maybe cheer you up a bit, hmm?

Okay.

Now, until Brandon comes home from the beach,

you and I have this big house all to ourselves.

We can party!

Or maybe something else.

Is this what it's gonna be like when we're old?

I mean, the two of us rattling around

in this great big, empty house?

Something like that.

I don't know if I like that.

Mm, but I like that.

You know,, Brandon, I'm in the mood for a drink.

How 'bout some gin on the rocks?

Mm!

I hate this game.

You just hate to lose.

Deal the cards, Sanders.

Jill Flemming has been the object of every fantasy

I have ever had.

Do me a favor, bro.

Keep your fantasies to yourself.

I can't help it.

She was the fastest thing on this beach.

I can't believe I never slept with her.

Bro, you were 13 years old.

That's no excuse.

Come on, man, fill in the blanks

for me, all right?

Torture your buddy a little bit.

What's she like in bed?

I haven't slept with her yet.

Well, why the hell not?

You guys have been hanging out for a week.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing. It just hasn't happened yet.

Wait a minute. What am I talking to you about this for?

What are you waiting for?

Nothing, Steve, and this is none of your business.

Okay, this is none of my business,

but Jill's going back to New York in three days.

And if I was going out with her...

Which you're not.

If I was going out

with her, which I'm not,

and she was sleeping in the bedroom next to me,

which she is, I would've made a move on her.

Thank you for those pearls of wisdom, Steve.

Hey, you guys going to play cards

all afternoon?

We're going swimming. Wanna come?

I will, but I think young Stevie here

is gonna take a little nap before the big game tomorrow.

(laughing)

I can beat you at cards, I can beat you at tennis,

I can beat you at basketball, volleyball, you name it.

Other than hockey...

and grades.

I can beat you to the water.

All right, you're on.

(chuckles): On your mark...

get set...

Hey, man, that's not fair.

KELLY: Hey, Donna, where does this go?

In there.

I thought the landlord said

he was having this place cleaned

before we moved in.

Actually, he said, "painted."

This refrigerator looks like a toxic waste dump.

Are you sure it's safe to leave David alone

with your mom all this time?

Oh, yeah, don't worry. They're fine.

David and I have it all worked out.

She thinks he's living at the frat with Steve.

Well, let's just pray she doesn't ask too many questions.

I tell you, David,

this is really wonderful of you

to be helping out like this.

I can't thank you enough.

It's no problem, Mrs. Martin.

Well, I mean it.

What would these girls have done without you?

I don't know.

Especially with Dr. Martin and I taking off

for Houston day after tomorrow.

I can't believe

I'm actually moving two households in one week.

Could you turn that just a little bit more that way?

I mean, I know we're only leaving for a year,

but how do you leave your whole life behind?

So I figure,

take everything.

It's better to be safe than sorry,

that's what I always say.

That's what Donna always says, too.

(sighs): Well, I bet you can't wait to move

into the frat house, huh?

Do you know which one you're pledging yet?

Uh, no, I'm, I'm really not sure yet.

Well, I must say there's still

a little part of me that wishes

that Donna had decided to move into the sorority house.

I mean, I had the greatest time in the sorority

when I was in school.

And then crime being what

it is today...

Are you sure this neighborhood is safe?

Yeah, it's fine.

Well, entrez nous,

Donna's daddy and I are really relieved

that you're gonna be living close by, David.

Just in case the girls need a man around the house.

It's good to know you're just a phone call away.

Yep, just a phone call away.

I can't believe I have to go back

to the city in three days.

Why is it all New Yorkers refer

to New York as "The City"

as is there are no other cities in the world?

'Cause there isn't.

Are you telling me you prefer

your sixth-story walkup in Greenwich Village to this?

No, don't get me wrong.

Like the song goes, "I love L.A."

I don't want to go home.

This week has been great.

You're great.

You know, they have colleges out here.

You could transfer.

And lose a ton of credits? No, thank you.

Besides, I only have one more year left.

Well, I'm gonna miss ya.

Brandon... let's stay on the side streets

before we get on the freeway.

This is going a little fast.

Jill, you're going home in three days.

How slow do you want to go?

Maybe I just don't want to start something that I can't finish.

Don't worry about that.

I've been told I'm a real good closer.

(doorbell ringing)

Saved by the proverbial bell.

(doorbell ringing)

Dylan.

In the flesh.

How are you, brother?

I'm good. How are you? What's going on, man?

When'd you get back? A little while ago.

Well, what took you so long to get here?

Oh, traffic's a bitch, you know.

Steve, get down here. Frenchy's back.

Big pool, whoa!

You guys, you actually have food in the refrigerator.

You have Jill to thank for that.

Yeah. When I got here they were living on beer and ketchup.

I'll tell you, you guys really lucked out.

This is a great house.

And the landlady's cute.

Yeah, well, enjoy it while it lasts, brother.

Day after tomorrow, we all turn back into pumpkins.

You can hang here till then if you want.

Everyone else is. DYLAN: Uh, no thanks.

I've got three months worth of mail piled up at my house

and I got to deal with it sometime.

You got any sodas?

It's the fridge in the garage. I'll get it.

Thanks.

I'll tell you Brandon, you did all right.

That Jill is something.

Thank you, man.

Too bad she lives in New York.

DYLAN: Don't sweat it.

You'll be starting school in a few weeks

and I hear rumors there are girls there.

Don't tell Steve that.

You have nothing to worry about.

DYLAN: He's a liar.

He's lying. He's lying.

I already said that.

So, Dylan, tell us about Europe.

Kelly said it was great.

She did?

You sound surprised.

Yeah, well, things aren't exactly copacetic

with me and Kelly right now.

You're kidding. What happened?

I don't know, I think maybe

we got on each other's nerves a little bit.

What, Kelly got on your nerves? What a surprise.

Hey, maybe it was me, okay? I don't know.

Have you seen her? Is she back? Yeah. She got back last week.

Just in time for Brenda's good-bye party.

Oh, yeah, man, I can't believe Bren's gone.

How's she doing?

So far so good.

(sighs)

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Yes, whoa.

Serve it to his backhand, baby.

He doesn't have a backhand.

Just serve the ball.

BRANDON: Yes!

That's the match.

Good job, sweetheart.

Came through in the clutch.

Good game kids. Yeah, good game.

Oh, come on, come on, I'm just getting warmed up here.

Forget it, Steve. Just accept it-- they won.

Oh, no, no, no, if Steve wants to get beaten again,

I really think we should do our best to accommodate him.

Uh-uh. Come on, Brandon. Let's quit while we're ahead.

Would you like to put some money on this game?

Maybe make it a little more interesting.

Oh no, Sanders, I don't want to put any money on it.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to ruin your day for free.

Let's forget it, I'm wiped out.

Me, too. I don't want to play anymore.

Come on baby, this is just getting fun.

Come on, one more game.

(groans) Come on.

Aim the syringe... pinch the arm...

and inject.

Oh... how am I going to ever do this?

Andrea, what are you doing with that syringe?

My grandmother's diabetic.

The oral insulin wasn't working, so I get to play doctor.

Well, then let me give you some pointers, doc.

You got to do it faster and be more aggressive.

How do you know?

I was almost a medic when I was in the navy.

My mother was so proud.

Thought she'd finally be able to say, "My son, the doctor."

So, what happened?

What happened?

I was great with oranges,

but when it came to sticking needles in arms and legs,

my stomach just wasn't in it.

So it was off to the galley.

She never forgave me.

Well, there are a lot of doctors in this world,

but there's only one man who can make a megaburger.

That's right.

Oh, man, some things never change.

Do more talkin' than cooking.

Hey, Dylan. How you doing?

Andrea.

Dylan. Welcome home.

I thought you weren't back for another week or two.

Well, plans change, you know.

You want something?

Mm-hmm, coffee, black, and you got any peach pie?

I think I can dig some up.

So how do you like Kelly's new apartment?

She got an apartment?

Yeah, didn't you know?

No.

Oh, well, she moved in with David and Donna down at the beach.

Haven't you talked to them?

No, I just got back last night.

Oh... so, when are you heading up north?

North?

Berkeley.

Oh, yeah, well, actually I'm not.

I didn't get in.

I'm sorry.

It's not that big a deal. Don't worry about it.

But what about you, when are you leaving for Yale?

You really are out of the loop.

Donna, you've got to tell your mother the truth.

I can't.

Well, she's going to find out sooner or later.

What if she calls and David picks up?

So, we'll get two phone lines.

Okay, well, what if she just stops by one night and finds him there?

Kelly, she's moving to Houston.

It's not like she can just pop in.

You've got this all figured out, don't you?

DONNA: Lying is the only way.

If I tell her the truth she'll make me move out.

It's as simple as that.

KELLY: Oh, my God, he's back.

Well, maybe someone else has the exact

same Porsche.

Right-- with the exact same license plate?

He didn't even call.

Well, he doesn't have our number.

And come to think of it, he doesn't even know where we live.

It's just as well.

We have nothing to say to each other.

Kelly... Come on, let's just get out of here.

We'll get some food somewhere else.

You mean to tell me you're not going to even go inside

and say hello?

No. Not after what he did to me in Europe.

It couldn't have been that bad.

It's a long story.

Just drive.

DONNA: So, tell me what happened.

You have to promise not to tell anybody, not even David.

I promise.

All right..

Well, we were having a great time.

France was beautiful.

Just like the paintings.

Everything was perfect.

But then Dylan found out he didn't get into Berkeley.

He got so moody, and quiet.

All he'd do is sit and read and drink espresso.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I got bored out of my mind.

You want to quit staring at me?

What?

I want to do something.

Can't we just do something?

I'm reading, do you mind?

Let's go back to Paris.

We'll go shopping, we'll go sightseeing, anything to get out of here.

Hey, you want to go to Paris...

go to Paris.

Send me a postcard.

Dylan...

What do you want me to say, Kelly?

Nothing.

So I went to Paris

for a couple of days.

And then what happened?

When I got back, he was still in his usual spot, still drinking coffee.

But he wasn't reading.

He was with this gorgeous French girl.

I could tell by looking at the two of them

that they'd gotten very friendly.

Bonjour.

Hi, Kel... how you doing?

This is Brigitte.

Ja vous presenté Kelly.

How do you do?

Comment?

Oh, she doesn't speak any English.

How convenient.

BRIGITTE: Elle a depense une fortune

dans les magasins a Paris.

Elle a l'habitude de faire ces courses a Beverly Hills.

BRIGITTE: Ah, oui.

C'est la reine du shopping.

Ou au moins la princesse.

Are you laughing at me?

No we're not, Kel, it was just a joke.

In that case, why don't you tell me what you said?

Because it loses something in the translation.

BRIGITTE: Peut etre qu'il vaut mieux

que je vous laisse seuls tous les deux.

A tout a l'huere.

No, no... stay seated.

You slept with her, didn't you?

No, Kel, I didn't sleep with her.

What has gotten into you?

I go away for three days, and suddenly you're all cheered up.

If you want to believe I slept with her,

that's fine with me, you can believe anything you want, Kel, I don't care.

But you want to know something,

you're right about one thing, with you out of the picture,

things were definitely a little more upbeat, you know why?

'Cause I didn't have to listen to all

your complaining and moaning

and finally, I got some peace and quiet.

Fine. You want peace and quiet?

I'll give you peace and quiet.

Try not to choke on it.

And I didn't talk to him for three days.

Kelly, you can't let this go.

We've got to go back there and you have to talk to him.

Donna, the last person I want to see right now is Dylan McKay.

Man!

Yes.

Sorry.

STEVE: Aw, what's the matter?

Getting a little tired, poor baby?

Just play the game, Sanders.

What the hell was that?

What's the problem?

If you can't stand the heat...

Give me a break, Sanders.

You aimed the ball right at her.

Hey look, I'm just trying to win, all right?

I don't want to play anymore.

Hey come on, it's four-four, shake it off.

He's an idiot.

Ow. Damn it, Steve!

All right Sanders, that's it.

What the hell's the matter with you?

I didn't mean to hit you. I... Yeah, but you did hit her.

Will you be quiet? I'm not talking to you.

Quiet? Listen, man, you've got a problem! Get out of my face!

It's supposed to be fun! I know it's supposed to be fun!

Stop!

Jill, what's the matter?

You're just as bad as he is, Brandon.

I mean this is supposed to be

a tennis game, not some kind of macho fight to the death.

I'm sorry, man.

Me, too, buddy.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

You're leaving over a tennis game?

Look, Jill, I'm sorry.

I know Steve got a little out of hand.

Yeah, so did you, Brandon.

It was, it was just a guy thing.

I know what it was, thank you.

Doesn't mean I have to put up with it.

Well, it doesn't mean you have to leave either.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'm not telling you what to do.

I just don't want you

to leave, that's all.

No.

Just get away from me.

Okay.

Do you mind telling me what I've done?

Please! Brandon, just go.

Okay.

(sighs)

BRENDA: I don't believe it.

How is it possible that I got locked out

of every course in the drama department?

It's a big school.

Freshmen never get what they want.

It's like paying dues.

Yeah, I guess so.

Besides, who cares?

There's a floor party tonight.

That's what college is really for, right?

Katie, if I really wanted to party,

I could have stayed in L.A.

where they really know how it's done.

Brenda, if you hate it here so much, why'd you come back?

BRENDA: I don't believe this.

It's the middle of the afternoon.

Well, we know what Darla's studying, right?

See ya, later, Bren.

Bye.

(line ringing)

(recording): Hi. This is Kelly.

And this is Donna.

BOTH: And we're here at our new beach house, and you're not.

(both giggling)

DONNA: But leave a message and we'll invite you over.

KELLY: Yeah...

Hi.

Hi.

Feeling better?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

I guess I overreacted.

No, no, I'm sorry.

I think I probably came on a little too strong.

No. You didn't. It's me.

I've been kind of upset lately.

That's why I came out here.

To get out of New York for awhile.

Anything you want to talk about?

Mm, not really.

Okay.

So, are you still leaving?

No.

(chuckling)

I'm staying one more night.

Good.

Listen.

I'm not gonna try to push you into anything.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'll live.

I'm sorry.

Apologies-- they seem to be the order of the day.

So, anyone for some tennis?

(laughing) Oh, come on, Sanders.

The least you can do is make us lunch.

Buy us all lunch. There you go.

You guys, have got to be kidding me.

No, no, no-- I think you owe me lunch.

You owe me lunch.

Steve, let's talk about that last serve.

STEVE: No, let's not talk about it.

Come on, let's talk about it.

(laughing): Enough!

I want to talk about it.

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, God-- the macaroni & cheese

is really getting to me.

You know, if it's this hard to put these jeans on,

how is Dylan going to get them off?

Funny.

Listen, about tonight...

can you spend the night in his room?

I really have to get some sleep. I'm starting to see double.

Yeah, sure. Sorry.

Darla, can I borrow your black platforms?

Oh, I'm wearing them, sorry.

God. Everything I have is so preppy.

What do you think, Brenda?

Oh, don't ask her.

I mean, she thinks we're all way too preppy.

I do not.

You should have seen her before she went Hollywood.

Crewneck sweaters, loafers and get this-- knee socks.

I never wore knee socks.

Oh, you lie.

I'm taking your lipstick, I'll bring it right back.

Bren, are you sure you won't come with us?

I'm just not in the mood for it.

What's the matter with you?

People are gonna think you're some kind of wonk or something.

I just never thought that I would be this homesick.

Look, I'm going downstairs to that party

and I expect you to put on

one of those hot little numbers from Beverly Hills

all of us would kill for and come downstairs and join us.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Bren.

Thanks, Darla.

Sure. What are friends for?

DONNA: Go ahead, call him.

You know you want to.

I do not.

Yes, you do.

He cheated on me.

And now it's time for you to go crawling back to him.

That is disgusting.

Besides, I don't actually know that he cheated.

Maybe it was all my fault.

Oh, God. I feel so guilty.

What do you have to feel guilty about?

There's a little something I haven't told you yet.

What?

There was this cute bartender

at the cafe in the hotel.

His name was Gaston.

DONNA: Gaston? Like in Beauty and the Beast?

KELLY: Yeah, but he was no beast.

After what Dylan did to me,

I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You did? What'd you do?

I was just about to tell you.

See, Gaston had been bugging me to go for a drive with him.

Finally, I said yes.

Dylan was so buried in his book, he didn't even know I'd left.

When I got back to the hotel, Dylan wasn't in the room,

but I knew where to find him.

Do you know what time it is?

No.

Where the hell you been all night?

What do you care when you have Brigitte to keep you company?

Don't push me, Kel.

Oh, who's whining and complaining now?

I'm just asking where you've been for the last five hours.

I went for a drive, if it's any of your business.

You and that bartender?

Yes. And he took me back to his apartment,

and I had a great time.

So, is it true what they say then, you know,

about the French lovers?

Was it good?

Very good.

DONNA: You hit Dylan?

Yep.

And you slept with Gaston? Of course not.

Well, what were you doing till 2:00 in the morning?

He drove me around the French countryside

for, like, three hours.

Finally, I got him

to take me back to the hotel.

And you let Dylan think you slept with him?

Yep.

So, I took the bullet train back to Paris the next day,

and I came home a week early.

You've got to tell Dylan the truth.

Right, like he'd believe me.

What was I thinking?

I don't know.

France does strange things to people.

Maybe it's something in the water.

Mm-hmm.

JILL: It's the best bottle in my father's cellar.

Think he'll miss it?

Nah-- I can always blame it on you and Steve.

Nah, blame it on Steve.

We blame everything on Steve.

(laughs)

Brandon? Mm-hmm?

I meant what I said last night.

If we're going to do this, please go slow.

I like it slow.

Mm... I can't.

What's wrong?

Hey.

You can trust me.

Okay. Here it goes.

Six months ago, I was at this little gallery in Tribeca.

It got late, so I went out to look for a cab.

Probably shouldn't have been there alone.

That's what everyone says anyway.

There weren't any cabs, so I started walking.

I heard these footsteps behind me...

and this guy grabbed me.

He had a knife.

I had to do what he wanted me to.

I didn't have any choice.

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

You don't have to say any more.

Um...

I wish I would've known.

I-I... I don't know,

maybe I could've, could've helped or something.

No, you did. You did help.

Just being with you guys, I felt like I was

back in the land of the living again.

But then watching you and Steve

try to tear each other's heads off on the tennis court...

I don't know, it just got to me.

But I'm not a violent guy. Neither is Steve.

I know that.

Telling someone you were raped

is not exactly the greatest way to start a relationship.

Well, it's better than not telling someone.

Would you do me a favor?

Anything.

Would you sleep with me tonight?

Are you sure that's what you want?

I want to sleep with you.

Just sleep.

I want to feel your arms around me

and know what it's like

to be close with someone again, without being afraid.

Well, you don't have to be afraid of me.

(door opens)

DARLA: Shh, you guys, Brenda's sleeping. Shh.

KATIE: Good.

DARLA: Katie.

KATIE: I'm sorry. I know she's your friend and all,

but have you ever met such a stuck-up bitch in your life?

JAN: Really.

I mean she thinks she's so hot

just because she's from Beverly Hills.

I don't think she's so hot.

Shh, you guys. You'll wake her up.

Notice how she's not defending her?

DARLA: Well, maybe she'll come around.

If not, this is going to be a very long year.

Hey, I got everything

unpacked in the kitchen.

Is there anything else?

No, I think that's it. Thanks.

I am so full! Oh, I can hardly walk!

Oh, my God, that's Donna's mom.

What's she doing back here again?

I don't know.

Hide in here.

Why?

It's 1:00 A.M.

If she sees you here, she'll freak.

Uh... hide, in the shower.

Oh, you. You know this is all backwards.

It's the child who's supposed to be leaving the nest, not me.

You and Daddy are going to love Houston.

And we'll be home on weekends.

Soon, I promise.

Are you going to be all right?

I'll be fine.

Don't worry about a thing, okay?

I love you.

I love you, too.

KELLY: Hi, Mrs. Martin.

Hi.

How was dinner?

Oh, it was wonderful.

Well, girls, the place looks great.

You're gonna have a terrific time here.

Thanks.

Well... I guess this is it, sweetie.

Oh, Mom,

don't start crying again, okay?

You'll see me before you can even miss me.

All right, you're right.

I'm just gonna leave and get it over with.

Right.

But first, I'm gonna make a quick stop

in the little girls' room.

No! Yeah.

It's really, it's a mess.

Well, I'll shut my eyes, I promise.

David's in there.

Oh. Oh, no!

Mom, Mom, no, no, no, wait, wait, you can't go in there.

Donna, you're being so silly.

It's, it's, uh, it's just that....

We don't have any toilet paper.

Right. No toilet paper, tissues, anything of the sort.

Oh. Well, in that case I think I can wait.

One more hug.

Okay.

Bye, sweetheart.

I'll call you in the morning. Okay.

Talk to you then. Have a nice trip.

Bye, Mommy. Buh-bye.

Oh, that was very close.

I can't believe we pulled it off.

Your parents are actually gone.

Our first night alone together in our new apartment.

There's no turning back now.

Well, I'm exhausted. I have to go to bed.

Yeah.

Yeah, me, too. I'm beat.

'Night all.

'Night.

What are you doing in here?

Going to bed.

No, not in here you're not.

Oh, come on, Donna.

You said we'd do it on prom night

and you've been putting me off all summer.

I mean, we live under the same roof, for God's sake.

Isn't that like common-law marriage or something?

David, go to your room.

What did I do in a previous life to deserve this?

Good morning.

Good morning.

How'd you sleep?

So good.

Better than I have in months.

I can't tell you how much it means to me

to feel safe in a man's arms again. Thank you.

No need to thank me.

I had a wonderful time.

Almost as good as having sex.

Yeah, I almost feel like we did.

(chuckling)

Are you sure you can't stay in L.A. a little longer?

No, I gotta get back to those mean streets.

A few more days of Malibu mellow

and I will definitely lose my edge.

Never.

Have you ever been to New York?

No.

I think we're gonna have to do something about that.

(knocking on door)

I heard you were back.

I'm back.

The culture shock hasn't worn off yet.

So, were you ever going to call?

Were you ever gonna give me your number?

Okay. We're even.

On all counts.

Dylan, I was such an idiot.

I was selfish and jealous

and mean and I know you're probably not gonna believe this,

but I never slept with that guy.

I only let you think I did to make you mad and...

I missed you so much.

I missed you, too.

And for the record, Kel,

I didn't sleep with Brigitte, either.

I knew that.

Brenda, we had a deal!

And I just broke it.

What are you doing?

Look, Darla, I'm getting out of here.

And then you can have the room all to yourself.

See you later, Dar.

Bye. Sorry.

Listen, Brenda,

we can hang out in his dorm from now on.

No, this was just a terrible mistake.

Please don't move out, Brenda.

I know I've been a jerk lately, but we've been friends forever.

Darla, let's face it.

Forever was a long time ago

and I heard what you and Katie said about me last night.

Oh, God, Brenda, I'm so sorry.

Listen, I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Look, the truth is, it's not about you.

It's me.

I came out here to prove some kind of a point.

To prove that I could make it on my own.

That I didn't need to be in L.A. where Brandon was,

or where all my friends were.

I wanted to be different.

Well, it turns out, I am different.

Not just from my friends back home,

but from you and everyone else.

And that's just the way it is.

Okay, now connect the cable from the laser disc player output

into the auxiliary 2 input.

David, there's a lot of holes in here.

It's the one over on the right.

The one that says "auxiliary."

Okay, okay, I got it. I got it, okay.

Got it? Yeah, I got it.

All right, now grab the pre-amp cable.

Yeah, but wait, I don't understand why we need all this.

I mean, my system works just fine and it's all in one piece.

No, Donna, what you have is not a system, it's a toy, okay?

Now when we get this baby hooked up, you'll hear the difference.

Well, do you think that'll be in this century?

I mean, we only have a few years left.

We're almost finished.

Got the cable in?

Yes, I got it.

All right, here we go.

(loud music begins)

Voila!

Oh, we did it!

Hey!

Hello. Anybody home?

Oh, man!

We thought you guys would be hungry.

Wow, check out this pad, guys.

No wonder you gave up the dorm.

It doesn't get much better than this, huh?

Is this a party or what?

Yo!

Well, it is now.

Dylan!

Hello, Donna.

You guys want pepperoni or mushroom?

Both.

Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?

What's wrong?

Dylan and Kelly are all over each other.

So?

So, Brenda called me yesterday and I told her they broke up.

Who cares?

Well, Brenda might care.

But it doesn't mater.

Brenda's halfway across the country.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Let's party.

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