Original subtitles

Well, no surprises here.

The next gift is, of course, from Donna.

Donna's making us all look bad.

She's gotta be stopped.

Think how I feel. I've been outshopped.

And they said it couldn't be done.

Can you get everything?

Uh, not quite.

Where's David Silver when you need him?

I didn't hear someone say

they needed David Silver. I didn't, did I?

No. VALERIE: Here, Jesse,

let me do that for a while.

Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

All right, you got it?

Yeah, I got it.

It's not as easy as it looks. Yeah.

Oh, by the way, Brandon, smart move losing the beard.

Did Kelly tell you to say that?

No, I did not.

Oh, Donna, this is beautiful!

Donna, you really cleared the stores, didn't you?

KELLY: Yeah, well, your binge-

shopping days are numbered, sister,

because registration starts in two days.

You know, I almost managed to forget about that,

and then I got an urgent call from Josh Richland this morning.

Josh Richland is a one-man National Enquirer.

That he is; I'm getting together with him later

to get all the gory details.

Well, I guess this is as good a time as any

to tell you guys something that I, uh,

I've been meaning to tell you.

Uh, something's come up and, uh...

KELLY: Spit it out. Go ahead.

DONNA: I, uh...

I'm not going back to college.

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How can there be no more money left in the account?

What, what about the T-bill?

Well, I'm sorry,

but we rolled it over for you last week.

You what?

It was automatically reinvested.

We tried to notify you.

Well, you didn't. You didn't notify me.

It's just like last time nobody notified me!

You transferred eight million of my dollars somewhere

30 seconds after I deposited it!

What about that savings bond?

Well, no, you don't really want to do that.

I mean. there is a substantial penalty

for early withdrawal.

I don't care. How bad can the penalty be?

Look, do I gotta say this?

I need money.

I'm gonna be outside.

(typing, computer beeps)

DONNA: Dylan?

Hey, stranger. Dylan!

Hi, Don.

Hey, so where have you been hiding out?

You know, we had a baby shower for Hannah yesterday.

Everyone missed you.

Yeah, I just got back from Mexico.

Oh, is, uh, is that where you and Kevin set up your business?

Not exactly.

I was just down there kicking back.

So, uh, what about you, what're you doing?

Oh, we have been so busy, well, my mom and I.

She's right over there. Mom.

We've been in Houston all summer.

It was so incredible.

And guess what? I am debuting this Christmas.

Debut?

Debutante.

Yeah.

In fact, there's a benefit tomorrow night.

It's the first of the fall season.

Um, you got a tux?

I've got a wetsuit.

Come on. Everyone's gonna be there.

It's for a great cause:

college scholarships for inner-city kids.

In fact, Steve's father is a patron.

He's buying a whole table.

Well, you know, I could go for one of those.

Really?

Uh, Mom, Mom, guess what?

Hi, Dylan.

Dylan's pledging to buy a table.

Well, that's very generous of you.

In fact, maybe it's too generous.

Are you kidding?

Dylan is practically a mogul. In fact,

he owns this very hot environmental research company.

Really?

Yeah. I, uh, I love a good cause, what can I say?

Excuse me. Mr. McKay?

(sighing) I'll be right back.

DONNA: Okay.

FELICE: We'll wait.

It's the least we can do for $2,500.

Well, that's pretty good.

Hey!

Have you found any good courses yet?

Oh, a couple that look interesting.

We'll see.

How's Brandon holding out in there?

That Josh guy is quite a salesman.

He never stops talking.

Those two were barely on speaking terms last year.

Well, times change.

People change.

Which reminds me,

I have nothing to wear tomorrow.

I mean, my clothes were okay for Buffalo,

but Steve's father is taking us to the banquet in his Bentley.

Well, did you look through Brenda's closet?

Size two?

I wish.

Well, then, there's only one thing to do.

Oh, Cindy, I-I couldn't.

Please.

I insist.

Cindy, my mother

made me promise not to be a burden on you.

You are not a burden.

Besides, this will be between you and me.

My treat.

Thanks. You're amazing.

JOSH: We don't need an affiliation, we'll run as independents.

I'll be president, you'll be vice president...

unless you have a problem with me.

BRANDON: Look, it's not that.

Actually, I'm flattered

that you want me to be your running mate.

Okay, then take the plunge, Walsh.

I'm sorry, man.

I just don't have the stomach for it.

Valerie, could you convince

Brandon to run for office with me?

Probably could.

I can't believe

you get to share a bathroom with that girl.

Just don't make it the subject

of your next sleazy exposé, all right?

Wait, I set out to write a nice, little puff piece

on how Kim and Landon

fell in love on the campaign trail.

How was I supposed to know they were dipping

into the student fund to decorate their apartment?

Still, gunning for their jobs after forcing them

to resign does seem a little self-serving, doesn't it?

Come on.

I know you want to be in the game.

Forget it.

Do you remember how brutal the campaign got last spring?

It was out of control, especially after the Greeks

published every candidate's SAT scores.

(phone ringing) Actually, I thought that

was a stroke of genius. You see, Josh,

that's why you're cut out for student politics,

and I'm not. CINDY: Brandon,

it's Kelly on the phone. As in Kelly,

your make-believe girlfriend?

Unlike you, Josh, I have better things

to do with my time than be a punching bag

in an election we'd lose anyway.

So, what I'm hearing is you wouldn't mind winning.

Hey, babe.

KELLY (on phone): Brandon, thank God.

I need a reality check.

I'm at the Martins'

with people I don't even know.

They have names like Buffy Moneymaker.

Donna's gone completely over the edge.

She's having some guy named Travis

fly up from Houston to escort her

to the benefit tomorrow night.

But that's not why I called.

Guess who's back in town.

You talked to Dylan?

No, but Donna did.

Well, what'd he say?

Uh, I'll call you back.

(phone beeps off) How are we doing, dear?

Good.

We're starting to get some more pledges.

It's very sweet of you to help.

Anything for Donna.

Listen, Kelly, I just

want to assure you that whatever happens

with Donna, Dr. Martin and I will cover her rent

until you find a new roommate.

A new roommate?

Where is Donna going?

Well, nowhere yet, but...

at least not for the next month.

Didn't she tell you what's going on with her?

No. I guess she didn't get around to it.

So you're ditching the apartment?

I'm not "ditching."

Didn't my mom talk to you?

How come you didn't talk to me?

You know how I am.

I'm beginning to wonder if I do.

I mean, it's enough of a bombshell

to hear that you're dropping out of school.

It's just for one semester, so I can debut.

It's only because my cotillion might be in Houston.

You're moving to Houston?

Maybe.

It's just another zip code.

You know we'll always stay in touch.

FELICE: Donna,

you're absolutely right, the canapés are perfect.

I told you.

Listen, Madeline Carins and her daughter are here,

so I think you really ought to come out and join the group.

Yeah, we were just about to.

Good. Let's go.

Come on.

It-it wa... it was... weird.

It was like Donna joined a cult or something.

Every time I tried to talk to her in private,

her mom would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Sort of spooky.

Didn't they feed you at this thing?

I was afraid to eat the food.

I thought I might turn into one of them.

Mm. You think I'm kidding.

Well, from what you described,

it sounds very... refined.

Donna's dropping out of school.

For a few months

to go to a bunch of parties with rich people.

What's the big deal?

I know what this is about.

This is about David.

She wants to move out of L.A.

so she doesn't have to deal with seeing him.

Kel, (clears throat)

um... don't take this the wrong way, but ever since

the Dylan sighting, you've been a little

high-strung.

I know.

I'm sorry.

When are we going to tell him about us?

I don't know.

We'll figure something out.

It's like we're back in a triangle all over again.

Except I'm not Brenda, and we're not in high school.

Yeah, but it... when it's two against one,

you're always ganging up on someone.

All right, then, I tell Dylan by myself,

if that's what you want.

You'd do that?

Amongst other things.

Like what?

Like that?

Like that?

(chuckles)

(indistinct chatter)

(jukebox playing ballad)

NAT: Well, howdy there, cutie!

Hi, Nat. Mm.

Nat, this is Travis Farnham.

Howdy.

Hi. Travis, you must be, uh,

the guy from the big state

that Donna keeps telling us about.

Well, I sincerely hope it's me.

TRAVIS: But then, little Donna here--

she has half of Houston wrapped around her little finger.

(laughter) (coins clinking)

$6.75.

(sighs) TRAVIS: Excuse me.

(coins drop to floor)

Ooh.

(coins clattering)

Excuse me.

TRAVIS: I think this belongs to you.

Thanks.

How you doing, Donna?

Good. Hi, David.

Uh, David Silver. This is my friend,

Travis Farnham.

Nice to meet you.

So, you're from Houston, huh? Yeah.

Yeah, I just flew in to escort Donna

to this little charity shindig they're having.

Hey, would you like to sit down and join us?

No. I've, uh... I gotta get going.

Nice to see you.

You, too, David.

Did I, uh... Did I say something wrong, Donna?

No.

Actually, just the opposite.

Thank you.

(doorbell rings)

Hola.

Hey, Mr. Walsh, good to see you.

Really? 'Cause the incommunicado treatment

kind of had me wondering.

Yeah. Sorry. I should have checked the messages,

you know. No problem.

Come on in.

I was getting ready

to take the bike out for a test ride.

You mean, this thing actually runs?

I always thought of it as a porch decoration.

Oh, no way, man. Me and Kelly used

to take it out every weekend, seemed like.

We'd drive up to Morro Bay.

She loved to go camping.

You want a beer?

No, thanks.

You want to quit staring at mine, then?

Tell me you're fine, I won't say a thing about it.

I'm fine.

Although I have been...

missing Kelly a little bit lately.

But you guys were always fighting when you were together.

Ah, it was always complicated.

Brenda was around.

Brenda called from London the other day.

After hitting up Dad for more money,

the first thing she asked about was you.

She seems like such a long time ago.

Everybody does, man.

It's just... like people I knew in high school.

Except you... Kel.

You know what I mean?

You sure you don't want a beer?

I guess you guys have thought of everything, huh?

Well, not everything, but we're working on it.

You're still affiliated

with the Graduate School of Education, aren't you?

Absolutely.

See, that's why

they have such a phenomenal child-to-caregiver ratio.

What are your hours again?

Oh, it's, uh, 7:30 to 6:00 Monday through Friday,

and 9:00 to 4:00 on Saturdays.

(laughs) I read the brochure.

Oh, your mother's very thorough, Hannah.

You'd better get used to it.

She's already used to it,

and you're going to love it here, aren't you, boo-boo?

Yeah.

Well, I, uh, think it's unanimous.

Great. So unless you have any other questions,

I'll see you at registration.

Thank you, Stacy.

My pleasure.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

We are so lucky we got a priority number for this place.

You think so?

Jesse.

(sighs) I'm sorry. It's just

the whole concept of daycare-- it's so institutional to me.

No, the hospital was institutional.

This place is the total opposite.

I mean, it's, it's warm,

it's personal and it's nurturing.

Then why is that baby crying over there?

(crying)

Because babies cry.

Look, maybe it has to have its diapers changed,

maybe it's hungry, maybe it just needs to be held.

And you're perfectly okay

with some strange person doing all the holding?

No, in a perfect universe,

of course, I would rather her be home.

But Jesse, your mom works, my mom works.

Grandma Rose isn't up to it.

I mean, why should we pay for a full-time baby-sitter,

when... when the school will do it free of charge?

Besides, in between classes,

I can come down and be with her.

Yeah, I guess it's just a matter

of getting used to a new routine.

Well, I think we're pretty good at getting used to new routines.

(chuckling)

Believe me, it was not the right time

to tell Dylan about us.

(sighs) There is never going to be a right time,

and you know it.

Fine, then. Why don't we bite the bullet,

and we'll both go over to his house and tell him right now?

I can't. Mrs. Martin is hosting

a pre-benefit reception for all the bigwigs.

If I don't get going, I'm going to be late.

Well, thanks for inviting me.

You should be thanking me for sparing you.

Well, if all these people are such stiffs,

why don't you sit at Steve's father's table

with the rest of us riffraff?

Brandon, I told you--

they're thinking of shipping Donna back to Houston,

and somebody's got to do something.

Can I call you back?

I'll see you there.

Okay. I love you.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Brandon, I spilled some makeup.

Can you tell if I got it out?

It's kind of hard to focus on the dress

given the other scenery.

Oh.

Sorry. I... thought we were like family now.

Well, we are, but...

Brandon, it's okay.

I get it.

Um, just tell me one thing.

Do you like the dress?

Can't wait to see it on you.

Good.

(exhales)

(crickets chirping)

(lively party chatter)

BRANDON: Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Cobi! Great smile.

Yeah, there we go! Oh, beautiful!

That looks great.

Can you move in a little on the right?

Okay, thanks. Over here.

WOMAN: Cobi?

PHOTOGRAPHER: Look this way. Perfect.

Here you go. Thanks.

Where's Steve?

Arguing with his father about whether Pebble Beach

is a better golf course than Kapalua.

Pebble Beach?

Are they always like that?

When they're talking.

Come on, let's go in.

See, these guys from the U.S. soccer team.

VALERIE: Oh...

(lively party chatter)

Then Travis's parents made everyone go outside,

and right there, in the backyard was the entire philharmonic!

(chuckles)

Only in Texas.

FELICE: Better face facts, Donna.

You just may have to debut in Houston.

TRAVIS: Yeah, that's what I told her, Mrs. Martin.

I said I wouldn't be satisfied until I've seen her do

the Texas Dip.

D'SHAWN: Uh, excuse me.

I grew up in Texas,

and I've never heard of a Texas Dip.

Oh. D'Shawn!

Hope I'm not intruding. KELLY: No!

Stay... please.

DONNA: Mom, Dad, this is D'Shawn Hardell.

Everyone knows who D'Shawn is.

How's the leg, son?

100%. DONNA: D'Shawn,

this is Travis Farnham.

Howdy. Hey.

Nice to meet you. DONNA: D'Shawn plays

on the basketball team at C.U.

BRANDON: Correction. D'Shawn is the basketball team at C.U.

What are you doing here, man?

I'm a presenter. Aha.

But right now I'm trying to get Donna

to tell me what a Texas Dip is.

Uh... (laughs)

It's, uh... it's the bow that a debutante does to society

at the Presentation Ball.

Well, it's not just a bow. No, ma'am.

It's a precision maneuver

of strength and timing

and feminine grace.

Oh. This I got to see.

Why don't you show them?

It's really... It's not perfect yet.

TRAVIS: Oh, come on now, Donna.

Now, the audience demands a dip.

Now, you have to imagine she's just come down

a long marble staircase with two escorts.

And all of Houston society stands before her

perfectly still.

(little chuckle)

(applause)

See what I mean?

They've turned her into a trained seal.

Maybe you should talk to her.

Good night.

NAT: 'Night, honey.

Valerie's dress cost how much?!

$300 is cheap.

And she looked all over to find something on sale.

Yeah, all over Rodeo Drive.

Brenda and I ran into the same problem

when we first moved here.

(door slamming)

Look what the cat dragged in.

How you doing, partner?

Um, sit down. Sit.

I don't think I'm gonna stay that long.

Come on, I'll get you some coffee. Sit.

Just looking. I'm not gonna say anything.

I know what's going on inside. Just... Just try to be nice.

Dylan!

CINDY: You just got to let go. Hey, you two.

Got something to say about me, why don't you say it to me?

We weren't talking about you, Dylan,

but if it looked that way,

we apologize.

Look, we don't owe this guy any apologies.

You're sitting in my booth, my restaurant.

You're not welcome here anymore.

Enjoy your meal.

Dylan!

Dylan, what the hell are you doing?

Come on. Nat, the guy's a jerk.

He's been in my face since the day I met him.

Oh, yeah? Well, that guy's been through thick and thin with me,

and he can go in the joint and eat anytime he wants.

Hey, I'll go you one better.

Why don't you make him your partner?

I'll sell him my half anytime you want!

What's happening to you?!

You know, I never thought I'd say this.

I think all that money you got in the bank

has finally gone to your head.

Nat, I love ya. You don't know

what you're talking about here.

Well, then what is it, man?

Don't shut me out!

Come on, give me some trust.

Look, I'm having a rough spot right now.

Is it Kelly?

I don't know. Maybe.

I don't know. Maybe. Aah!

What do you expect?

You take off, you don't write, you don't call.

You can't blame her for going to Brandon.

What did you say?

(mid-tempo pop music playing)

You know, she hardly said a word to me all through dinner.

Then she gets up with a total stranger

and hits the dance floor.

Well, Steve, maybe if you hadn't spent all night

bickering with your dad about who has the best golf...

Aw, come on, man, look, look, I like this girl,

Okay?

Just put a good word in for me.

Okay.

A good word... that means one.

Either of you gents seen Donna?

Isn't she with her mom?

No.

I'm sure she'll materialize soon, though.

The band's fixing to play a little Texas classic

we danced to all summer-- "Faded Love."

Gets her every time.

Breathe, breathe.

(both snickering)

So you and Brandon seem to be getting along.

So do you and your mother.

Look, don't think I haven't noticed

that you don't exactly approve of what I'm doing.

What are you doing?

Dropping out of school and moving 2,000 miles away

so you can learn how to curtsy?

Kel, I'm taking off one semester.

Donna, come on.

I know how hard the end of last year was for you.

I mean... believe me, I know how you feel.

I mean, I feel kind of weird about seeing Dylan again.

Yeah, well, for your information,

I saw David today, and it was easy.

And my going to Houston has nothing to do with David,

and I resent you even bringing that up!

Why are you yelling at me?

You know what? You knew

how important tonight was to me.

Thanks for trying to bring me down.

Important to you or to your mother?

I've been practicing that Texas dip of yours,

and you ought to go out for gymnastics.

Oh, th-there it is.

That cheered you up a little bit, huh?

Sorry, I know you're supposed to sparkle at these things.

Mm.

At least that's what my mom says.

Well, my mother says if you're always up,

you must be on something.

(chuckles)

I hope this isn't about that boyfriend of yours again.

Is it?

I don't know.

It's not like I miss him exactly.

It's... it's just that it's really hard to think about him

without feeling like a failure.

That's going to get you nowhere.

You got a big fan club, girl,

and I'm proud to be a charter member.

Look, you know you're special,

even when you don't sparkle.

Thank you.

(romantic ballad playing)

Want to dance?

Yes, I love this song.

Oh, shall we?

We shall.

Oh... (chuckles) Mm-hmm.

Universal health coverage has its place,

but not if it's going to cost more taxes for you know who.

♪ ...Not walking ♪

♪ Invitation ♪

♪ To be confronted... ♪

KELLY: Maybe Donna's right.

Maybe I'm just trying to ruin her life.

Well, I wouldn't put it past you.

You've certainly ruined mine.

♪ Baby, take care... ♪

Well, look at that.

Steve might get lucky after all.

What about you?

You want to get lucky?

(kissing)

Hmm, what would Ms. Martin say

about this public display of affection?

"Shocking.

Where can I get some?"

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

You two are like a bad movie-- my best friend, my best girl.

What's this, Blondie and The Boy Scout?

I tried to tell you at your house today.

Really? 'Cause you said

you came to welcome me home, Brandon.

I assume this isn't just a physical thing, right?

'Cause Kelly, she's not into that, not anymore.

Isn't that right, Kel?

Don't try to make me feel guilty, Dylan.

Do you feel guilty?

Huh?

Do you... Brandon? (slamming table)

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

DYLAN: Don't you ever be sorry for me.

BRANDON: All right, then, I'm not sorry.

DYLAN: Why don't you shut up, then?

BRANDON: Why don't you shut up?

Why don't you make me? Why don't you come over here...

Why don't you guys just stop it?

FELICE: Dylan...

please take this somewhere else.

Etiquette was never really Dylan's strong suit.

That's Brenda's Dylan?

Kelly's Dylan, oh.

DYLAN: You know, Nat said

I was pushing everybody away.

I want you both to look, 'cause here they all are.

You make me sick.

God.

It's great to have friends.

♪ The way that you love me... ♪

Sorry, I got to go.

Oh, look, this is for you.

Thanks, I appreciate it.

(lively crowd chatter)

DYLAN: Macallan neat.

Don't be stingy, huh?

DYLAN: Hey, Jess.

Hey, Dylan.

How you doing, man?

I figured you'd be in some swanky law office by now.

Well, I'm still going to law school,

and with Hannah arriving early,

flexibility got to be kind of key.

Yeah. Besides,

the tips are excellent.

That's what it's all about, isn't it?

I've got this.

The benefits of knowing a bartender.

What are you doing?

Man, I can't serve you.

Why can't you serve me?

Come on, man, I know you're underage.

So give me some other guy.

Here, let me get this for you.

I'm sorry,

it doesn't work that way.

Works for me.

JESSE: Come on, man, what are you trying to do?

You want to get me fired?

Jesse, do we have a problem here?

Yeah, I'm afraid we do.

Yeah, we do, it's terrible.

You see, someone's crossed a lawyer

with a bartender.

Hey, just relax, okay, I think I can hand...

Hey,

you know, there are better ways to get a drink.

Sweetheart, I am all ears.

I hope not all ears.

Shall we?

Give that to a real bartender if you see one.

Hey, Brandon.

You want some?

No, thanks, I'm beat.

I didn't think you were coming home tonight.

Well, Kelly decided she wanted a little quiet time

after the Dylan incident.

I bet.

Is he always like that?

You mean condescending and belligerent?

Well, I thought he was kind of dashing.

(chuckles)

In a condescending, belligerent sort of way, of course.

If I were you, I'd stay away from Dylan for a while.

That's a strange thing to say about one of your best friends.

(sighs)

Dylan's an alcoholic, and to tell you the truth,

I'd really rather not get into any of that right now.

No problem.

So... how'd you like our little benefit?

I felt like Cinderella at a ball.

Steve showed you a good time? Yeah.

He's taking me to registration at C.U. tomorrow.

Cheap date, but it's a start.

(chuckles)

He kind of badgered me into it,

but how can you say no to registration?

Listen.

Steve's a...

really good guy and he's a good friend.

And he asked you to tell me that, right?

Yeah.

Don't worry, I'll take it under advisement.

'Night, Brandon.

(kettle whistling)

Hi, Mom.

Hi, honey.

You want some tea?

Thanks.

Travis is settled in at his hotel.

He says good-bye.

He could have stayed here with us.

Yeah, I, I kept telling him that,

but his plane leaves so early in the morning,

he didn't want to disrupt anyone.

Oh.

It's nice to know one of your friends is considerate.

(sighs)

Mom, Kelly explained what happened.

Dylan came in,

he saw her and Brandon kissing, and...

he kind of blew up.

I see. So, uh, Kelly can't control her impulses,

and her ex-boyfriend,

who is a bad drunk, can't control himself.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

I had no idea this was going to happen.

These people were our guests.

Their behavior reflects on all of us.

I want to tell you something my mother told me.

It might sound quaint, but...

it's helped me through the years.

Always remember who you are and what you represent.

I'll try.

I mean, what may have been acceptable when you were 14

just isn't going to work anymore.

But I, I didn't do anything wrong.

Let's talk about it tomorrow, all right?

What?

What did I do wrong?

Well, you made quite a spectacle of yourself

dancing with that basketball player. Don't you think?

Mom, D'Shawn has been a very good friend to me.

In fact, he's practically the only friend I made last year.

I understand that.

All I'm saying is, you need to be realistic.

People talk.

Well, I'm sorry, but if the sight

of me dancing with a black man offends someone,

then that's their problem.

No, sweetheart, that's our problem, too.

The world we live in may be flawed,

but if you want to be an adult,

and you want to be formally introduced to society,

you just can't be naive.

Can we at least agree on that?

Yeah, if you say so.

Good.

Then, let's just put tonight behind us, huh?

We've got a full fall season ahead.

Dylan, open the door.

(insistent knocking)

(sighs) Hi, how are you?

What's going on?

Technically,

I think they call it a "relapse."

But it's expected, so I wouldn't worry about it if I were you.

You know what that stuff does to you.

At the risk of sounding glib, Kel,

that's why I drink.

I hate to see you like this.

Put some clothes on.

We'll go get some coffee and talk.

Um, Eberlee...

this is Kelly.

EBERLEE: You didn't tell me you were married.

We're not.

She just stopped by, you know, for what?

Coffee? To talk?

What were we doing?

What was that called?

Body shots.

Yeah, "body shots."

First, the salt.

(giggles)

Mmm.

Are we even yet?

(lips smacking)

Ooh.

I can't believe I came here to apologize to you.

Mnh-mnh.

Not after two years of psych class, Kel.

You can't expect me to believe you came to some guy's house

at 2:00 in the morning to apologize.

It's over.

It's so over.

(door slams)

So what'd you come here for?!

(doorbell chimes)

CINDY: Valerie!

Steve's here!

Even my father was shocked to see Dylan

swilling wine out of the bottle.

Mrs. Martin, she practically had herself a heart attack.

I can't believe Brandon didn't mention any of this.

Hey! What didn't Brandon mention?

Oh, the incredible ruckus

at the benefit. And on a school night no less.

So Steve, you ready?

Ready, willing and able. Okay.

CINDY: Good luck, you two.

Oh, and I'll be on campus if you need a ride back.

Actually, I was hoping you'd consider me

your own personal chauffeur.

Just what a girl needs in Beverly Hills,

her own car and driver.

And Brandon can always be there for you in a pinch.

Where is Brandon anyway? Oh, uh,

he got a call from Kelly and took off.

I assume he is with her.

(sighs)

Wake up, McKay.

Dylan, wake up.

How'd you get in?

Door was open.

Someone left you a fan letter.

Put some clothes on, I'll be outside.

Nice mess you've made here.

Nobody's asking you to stay.

Look, Dylan, you can drink all you want,

you can pull whatever self-destructive trip you want,

but you can't treat Kelly like you did last night.

Whatever problem you've got with her and me, get over it.

Okay, put something in writing, I'll sign it.

I'm gonna go back to bed.

No, no, no, hey-- we're gonna clear this up.

Okay, clear this up for me.

What'd you come over here for the other day?

You didn't even have the guts to tell me the truth.

You were drinking.

Yeah. You still lied to me.

I was trying to make things easier on you,

but, okay...

I was wrong.

Thank you, Brandon.

Look,

if you've got a problem with me, that's fine.

But Kelly only came over here because she cares about you.

You owe her an apology.

If you need any extra diapers,

there should be some more in the side pocket

with the rattle and the pacifier.

Great, thanks.

Oh, and also, this morning she had a little mucous,

but the nurse at the health center said it was clear,

so it shouldn't be a problem.

Good, that just about does it, then.

Great, um, I'll be back really soon.

I pre-registered for most of my classes.

You do what you have to do.

We'll be right here taking good care of little Anna.

It's Hannah.

Excuse me?

With an "H." I'm sorry.

Let me change the card right now.

Hannah Vasquez.

That's Hannah Zuckerman Vasquez, with a "Z."

I'll have to get another card.

I'll wait.

How's everything going, Andrea?

Not too many first-day jitters, I hope.

No. We're doing great.

Hmm, don't worry.

Babies thrive in this program.

Before you know it, she'll be crawling

and walking and talking up a storm.

After a while, you'll hardly recognize her.

She'll be so big.

Isn't she adorable?

(knocking at door)

Hi. Hi.

How are you doing?

Better than last night.

Um, is Kelly here?

No. Actually I was looking for her myself.

Her stuff's gone; she must've already

headed off to registration.

Come in.

I, uh, I came to talk to Kel.

Since she's not here, I guess I can start with you.

Look, you don't owe me any apologies.

I know what it's like to see someone you care about

with someone else.

Actually, I felt pretty bad for you.

I don't think your mother felt so bad.

Yeah, well, my mother and I

don't feel the same way about a lot of things these days.

Donna, you're not your mother.

I know.

I just wish I had found that out sooner.

I was kind of counting on hiding out

on her party circuit, and now I can't.

Dylan, it's still so hard to see David.

You know, I thought it would stop, but it hasn't.

And I just-- I feel like I have no place else to go.

I'm sorry.

Hey, what are you sorry for? Come on.

I just... I should have done something different.

I just-- I go over it and over it.

You could have done everything perfect,

and David would still have ended up

in the back of that car with that girl.

I just don't know if I can go back to school,

knowing David's going to be there.

What are you talking about? David Silver?

Skinny David Silver?

I mean, one guy on a campus of what, 14,000?

I know. It sounds crazy.

I'll tell you what sounds crazy.

A girl like you being here all by yourself.

Your friends are somewhere else.

Will you come to registration with me?

I mean...

maybe if we face him together.

Please?

I'll meet you there.

Okay.

So are you ready for this?

I liked the summer.

It was quiet and warm, and just us.

Well, this is nice, too.

You know, with Dylan falling off the wagon

and blowing off college, per usual,

I feel disgustingly wholesome.

You don't know how attractive that is.

Feel free to tell me any time.

Well, it's nice to see familiar faces.

Clare! What are you doing here?

Uh, registering.

This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with, uh...

No, it has nothing to do with you.

(mumbling)

Unless of course you're

the one that gave me a full year of credit

for my AP classes.

You're a sophomore?

Just like you.

So what are you taking?

Well...

these look pretty good to me.

(groans): I got Mr. Sass for Psychology.

Lou?

What do you mean "Lou"?

What are you, on a first name basis with him?

I don't know where the class is.

Listen, I'll see you later. Excuse me, is this

where you sign up to learn how to write sleazy exposés?

It's called investigative reporting.

They give Pulitzers for this stuff.

I'll see you later.

So, Josh, how do you expect to have time for the paper

with you and I running the student government?

You're serious?

I was hoping for a little more enthusiasm.

(flatly): Rah.

Thanks.

Jesse, I just changed my mind, that's all.

It-It's no big deal. (Hannah cooing)

Can we talk about this after school?

All right.

I have the same classes.

That's cool, I'll call you later.

All right, bye.

Hello, David.

Hey, Donna.

Steve told me you were taking the semester off.

Nope. Here I am.

So does that mean you forgive me?

No.

It means it's a big campus.

You have a nice semester.

You, too.

So, is my old room still available?

It's waiting for you.

I haven't changed anything

'cause I was hoping you'd come back.

I know. I was there this morning.

So was Dylan.

What was Dylan doing there?

He was looking for you.

To apologize.

It's a little late for apologies.

Come on, Kelly.

He wants to come back,

start over with everyone.

He's meeting me here today to register.

Just give him a chance.

(balls clacking)

(clacking)