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(door opening)

CINDY: Valerie?

Yeah.

Hi, it's me.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I didn't know you were out here.

Well, Brandon said that Brenda's notes from the poetry class

she took last year might be in one of these old boxes.

Oh, okay, well, just turn the light out when you're done.

Will do.

(door closes)

Oh, you should've told me dinner was ready.

I would've helped you set the table.

Please. It's take-out.

I hope you like Mexican.

Ooh, love it.

Just be careful of the salsa.

It's pretty spicy.

One bite and you become a native Californian.

Pass it this way, then.

All right, where's Brandon?

Oh, on the campaign trail.

Ah, that's my boy.

Have you guys, uh, ever heard of a Jack McKay?

Why do you ask?

Well, no reason really.

A professor mentioned his name in a class

on business and ethics I might be auditing.

Well, he was a textbook case, all right.

Jim.

Well, what do you want me to say?

He made a fortune.

Lost a fortune.

Lost his life when one of his "partners"

planted a bomb under his car.

In short, he was a crook.

That's terrible.

CINDY: Was terrible.

We got to know Jack at the end

because Brenda used to go out with his son.

Wait, you mean Dylan McKay's related to Jack McKay?

You've met Dylan?

No. Not really.

Good. Keep it that way.

CINDY: Jim.

Well, I'm sorry, but that kid has

given our family enough grief for a lifetime.

Sorry I brought it up.

JIM: That's okay.

Just don't mention him again.

I won't, promise.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

With the special student body elections

for president and vice-president only two days away.

Whoa, wait, Walter, hold on, hold on.

I forgot to plug the mic in.

Okay.

Okay, let 'er rip.

With the special student body elections

for president and vice-president

only two days away,

campaigning on the C.U. campus has reached a fever pitch.

Emotions are running high for

the 12 sets of candidates,

Almost twice as many as in recent years,

mostly due to the bitter infighting

within the Progressive Party.

Now, with each minority group on campus

running its own slate, it's highly unlikely

that any one candidate will be able to win a clear mandate,

although we should have a better indication,

after tonight's Meet the Candidates debate at 8:00.

Perhaps the situation is best summed up,

By saying that no matter what happens this evening...

(sneezes)

Sorry.

Hey, how you doing.

Brandon Walsh, I'm running for vice-president with...

Hi. How you doing? Brandon Walsh.

Damn glad to meet you.

Hi, Brandon Walsh and, yes...

You wouldn't happen to be

Brandon Walsh, would you?

I used to be.

Now I'm Brandon Walsh, the candidate,

an entirely different person.

Well, you both look pretty good to me.

In fact, I'm thinking of voting for them.

You would.

So, do you have time for coffee?

No, he doesn't.

Where have you been?

With the editorial board. We have to talk.

Sorry Kelly. No you're not.

No. You're right. I'm too pissed off to be sorry.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

So I take it The Condor is not endorsing our candidacy.

They're backing Latinos Unidos. Latinos Unidos?

I figured they'd back the Progressives or stay neutral.

Yeah, well, how do you think I feel, man?

I've been the editor for two years.

Tough luck, Josh.

Congratulations, Diaz.

So, listen: if you drop out of the race

and back Ramon and Alicia, I'll see to it

that they find a spot for you in their cabinet.

No.

Brandon and I are going down swinging.

Going down fast, I might add.

ALEX: Well, that's what you get

for running with the Chancellor's lackey.

See ya.

(sighs)

Just because I was on the Task Force.

Now I'm the Chancellor's lackey?!

You should take it as a compliment.

I don't know if I have the patience for this, Josh. Brandon...

All the mudslinging, the back room deals, forget it.

Can we just go someplace where I can rehearse my speech?

KELLY: Donna.

Kel, you're not gonna believe this.

I have some great news.

Great.

I found us a new roommate.

Already? Yes. I met her this afternoon

while I was handing out flyers for Brandon.

She's terrific.

See, she used to live in the dorms,

but she had to move out

because her roommate was such a pig.

Actually I already showed her the apartment. She loves it.

Oh well, do I get to meet her before she signs the lease?

Yes, of course you do.

She's right outside on the deck.

Don't waste any time or anything.

Oh, and, and she already knows Brandon.

That's how we started talking.

Were they in a class together or something?

No, no, she uh, met him through the Task Force.

Oh.

By some strange chance, her name wouldn't happen to be...?

Kelly!

Hello, Clare.

What a great coincidence.

You two already know each other?

Yeah. We were roommates at this lame retreat

my father dragged me to.

Her father is the Chancellor.

I know that, Donna.

Wow, you have a great view from out here, Kel.

Well, I wouldn't get that attached to it if I were you.

Kelly!

I'm sorry, Clare.

I'm sure that you're gonna make somebody

a great roommate someday,

but Brandon and I are a real couple now and it would...

Kelly, I'm not interested in Brandon anymore.

Please.

No, I'm serious, okay.

That's history.

If you want to know the truth, he was kind of lousy in bed.

How would you know, Clare?

You never slept with him.

Exactly, that's what was so lousy about it.

Come on, what do you say?

I promise

my father's checks will never bounce.

What the hell.

Come on in.

Dude, you have got to be the worst driver on the planet.

Will you give me a break?

I grew up in New York.

I didn't even start driving till I came here.

That's no excuse.

You almost killed that lady back on Rexford.

Yeah, well, I'd like to see how you'd do on the BMT during rush hour.

What's the BMT? My point exactly.

Now, wait till you hear how I start my speech.

Oh, I can't wait.

Come on, Walsh. Voters like to be stroked.

But they are not dumb.

If we're going to lose,

let's at least lose with a little integrity.

It's a campaign, man.

Integrity's got nothing to do with it.

Hey, the guys in the poster!

Where'd you get that?

Sanders. You got a great campaign manager.

Now all we need is a great campaign.

(laughing)

Hey, if you want to give our campaign a boost,

why don't you go on over there

and get your buddy Hardell to endorse us.

I can't say that to him.

The worst thing he can do is say no.

No, the worst thing he can do is call me an opportunistic weasel.

But you'll do it anyway, right?

All right.

Hey, D'Shawn. Hey, Brandon, what's up, bro?

Well, not too much, you know I've just been wrapped up

in this whole campus political thing.

I can use all the support I can get.

Yeah, I know, and if I was going to vote,

hey, man, I'd vote for you,

but publicly, I've got to stay neutral,

you understand? I understand completely.

But with all the heat I'm getting

from the Brotherhood Coalition, that I'm staying neutral

shows how much our friendship means to me, man.

Yeah, me, too.

Good luck, cuz.

Thanks...

we're gonna need it.

ANDREA: Hey, good little girl,

Oh, yes, here we go.

Hey. Hey, what're you doing here?

Uh, I live here, I think.

But only part-time.

Say hello to Daddy.

Okay, say good-bye to Daddy.

Wait a second, where are you going?

I'm going to Meet the Candidates debate at school.

You have to meet them on a night

when I'm finally not working or studying?

I'm going for Brandon.

Come on,

you've already met Brandon.

Besides, he's going to be crazed.

He's not going to care

whether you're there or not.

I care, okay?

Don't get upset.

I'm not upset.

She's wet.

Okay, I'm upset.

You want me to change her?

No, no, I can change her.

It's just that at lunch I have been on the campaign trail

every day with Steve and Donna.

And I know that Brandon appreciates it,

don't get me wrong, but he...

Jesse, he never asks for my opinion anymore,

he never asks for my take on the issues.

I used to be the editor.

Now what I am is a mom.

Hey.

(sighs)

Hey, Brandon.

You look so stunning, I, uh, feel guilty

about asking you this,

but would you be offended if I skipped the debate?

Please. I'd bail if I could.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm not the one giving the speech, Josh is.

I'm just there for window dressing.

Steve on the other hand...

Oh, God.

Um, just tell him I needed to veg, okay?

Sure.

You all right?

Yeah.

It's just, um...

Well, your Dad got very stern with me last night

when I accidentally mentioned the name "Dylan McKay".

Ah, Dylan's kind of a sore subject around here.

Dad used to be his financial adviser.

Dylan is rich?

Very rich.

He owns some biotech company.

Wow.

He's in kind of a bad way these days.

I mean, even Nat's tired of him.

He says all he does is sleep all day and play pool all night.

Pool... used to be my father's game.

Yeah, I remember.

Well, good luck, Brandon.

Thanks. You, too.

Hey. How are you doing?

Just great considering they're ready to start

and Josh isn't here.

Where is he?

Apparently, his car broke down.

I don't even have a speech.

You want me to help you write something?

No, that's okay. Just do me a favor:

if I ever want to run for office again,

talk me out of it.

(gavel banging)

WOMAN: If we could get started.

Could everyone please take a seat and quiet down?

Thank you.

I'd like to welcome you all to our forum,

which will give each candidate the chance to discuss the issues

in a calm and rational manner.

(people shouting)

Could we have some order please!

Could we have some order, please, everyone?

Please, everyone? Please sit down!

We need to have some order on this floor!

We are moving on!

We are moving on. Thank you.

Next, running on the independent slate,

Josh Richland and Brandon Walsh.

(clears throat)

I know that Josh would've wanted to be here,

but, uh, he's with his car.

It broke down...

(laughter)

on the freeway...

(laughter)

...in rush-hour traffic.

(loud laughter)

But he's the lucky one.

He hasn't had to sit here for the last 45 minutes

wasting his time like the rest of us

listening to a lot of people, say nothing about nothing.

Let's face it, guys,

no one's talking about the issues here.

No one's willing to stand up

and say that no matter what our differences are,

the one thing we all have in common

is this incredible human laboratory

called California University.

And unless we make a commitment amongst ourselves

to listen to each other,

to learn from each other,

to put our own personal agendas aside,

this school is not gonna survive.

That's what I believe

and that's what the Independent party stands for.

Thank you.

(cheering)

(blues music playing)

So, you looking for a game?

Why, you got one?

Is this anything like eight ball?

Kind of. But they call it nine ball.

Well, I think I could figure it out

if you give me a few pointers.

I'll give you all the pointers you need, yeah.

You want me to break for you?

No. Let me try.

I, uh, just sunk the nine ball.

Is that bad?

Well, the game's over, but you won.

I won?

Well, what did I win?

What do you want?

What do you got?

What do you need?

How about one of these and we'll work from there.

Okay.

Whoa-whoa-whoa, what're you doing?

You running out on me?

Come on. Don't you think we've had enough punishment

for one night?

You call this punishment?

No, I'm just getting warmed up.

Of course, if you'd rather split,

we could go someplace else and both get warmed up.

On the first date?

What kind of girl do you think I am?

I don't know, the kind who likes a little company.

So it's slam, bam, thank you, ma'am?

You looking for something more lasting?

I want... a man...

to ache for me.

Well, I'm aching.

Not yet you're not.

(loud snoring)

(raspy, intermittent snores)

Oh!

(snoring continues)

Can you believe this?

No, I thought Mr. Pitts left his intercom on again.

No wonder her ex-roommate kicked her out.

So, what are we gonna do?

You should have seen your son last night.

It was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen.

What Josh is neglecting to tell you, Dad,

is that his car broke down and he hardly saw any of it.

I saw enough to know

that we picked up hundreds of votes last night.

I do believe this is what they call "spin control".

What is this, captioning for the hard of hearing?

I'm just trying to maintain

some little bit of credibility here, that's all.

You know, this false modesty routine

isn't fooling anyone, Walsh.

You want to win this as much as I do.

Wait a minute. Correct me if I'm wrong.

You asked me to run with you, isn't that how it worked?

Yeah,

and you could have said no.

You see what I'm up against?

As far as I can tell, you two definitely

deserve each other.

You're a bunch of clowns, both of you.

(all laughing)

BRANDON: Boom! Oh!

Am I missing something?

Just another male-bonding ritual.

You were out pretty late last night.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

After the debate, I drove down to the beach

to kind of clear my head.

You know, you do have to be careful.

The beach can be very dangerous at night.

That's why I stayed inside and locked the doors.

Have I told you how much I love having you here?

Yeah, but you can always tell me again.

(both laugh)

Have fun.

Bye, bye.

Morning.

Is it?

Kelly.

So, Clare, how'd you sleep last night?

Oh! Unbelievable.

I left the windows wide open so I heard the waves breaking,

kept breathing in all these good clean ions.

I can't tell you how refreshed I feel.

Glad one of us is.

Is something wrong, Kel?

Yeah, Clare, something's wrong.

But I'm sure it's nothing we can't take care of.

Has anyone ever told you

you might have a slight tendency towards, um....

...snoring? Yeah.

Have you been talking to my old roommate?

No, we've been listening to you.

Come on. How bad could it be?

Oh, you want to hear how bad it is?

(loud snoring)

(tape stops)

My God, I'm, I'm really sorry you guys, I had, I had no idea.

Well, it, it sounds a lot worse on the tape.

Look, I'll have my stuff out by tomorrow, okay?

No. Come on.

We've just gotta find a cure or something.

Well, I wouldn't get my hopes up.

I don't know, I've tried

holistic herbal teas,

subliminal mail-order tapes.

It's so weird.

The only time I don't snore is when I'm with a guy.

So if Brandon's not busy, maybe he could, um...

Don't even think about it.

(chuckles)

I'm sure if we put our heads together,

we can come up with something.

Or someone.

Wait a minute, we just put in a new air conditioner, Nat.

Yeah. That was for the kitchen.

This is for the freezer. So what are you telling me,

Willy's cool but the food is melting?

What can I say? It's a labor of love.

(groans)

Tell you what, we got to stop calling this place

the Peach Pit, start calling it the Money Pit.

That's what it is, a money pit.

Whoa. Is it? Could it be?

It looks like that phantom, Dylan McKay.

How you doing, Steve?

All right man, I'm busy. How about you?

Getting by. Oh, yeah?

Well, how about our boy?

You should've seen Brandon last night.

He got up in front of the entire student body,

and there was silence... Steve...

if I was interested in campus politics,

I'd still be on campus-- sit down.

Oh. Forgive me. I thought you may

have some interest in what our buddy Brandon's doing,

but I guess not.

What's the matter with you? Are you okay?

Yeah, Steve, I'm fine--

I'm just, you know, drinking coffee.

I kind of know what you're going through, man.

Don't forget, Kelly dumped me, too.

Steve...

first of all, Kelly did not dump me.

Second of all, it don't matter, I'm on the chase again already.

Dude! Who's this?

Some chick I met last night.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I met someone, too-- her name is Valerie.

Very pretty, and get this-- she lives at the Walshes.

At the Walshes?

You got a problem with that?

(sighs): No.

Good.

Keep it that way.

BRANDON: Look, if you hate Professor Rosin so much,

why don't you just drop out? I would, but it's a requirement.

Hey, group. Hey, Josh.

Walter Chen thinks I should step aside

and turn the presidency over to you.

Oh, that's what I've been saying all along. Thanks, but no, thanks, guys.

Well, momentum is definitely swinging our way. And half

of the Alpha House, they're voting

for you guys instead of the Greeks.

Cool.

What do you want?

I'll just have some of whatever you get.

What about me?

KELLY: What about you, Josh?

Double espresso, no sugar.

BRANDON: Josh is a little tired today.

Hey, Andrea. What are you doing over here?

We're sitting over there-- why don't you come join us?

I wouldn't want to interrupt their strategy session.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

Last night, Brandon was so busy being Mr. Candidate

that he didn't even take a second to ask how I was doing.

And then when I tried to talk to him

about some of the things that he could do

to get out the vote, he just walked away.

You know what I think?

I think you should stop being so neurotic

and just go over and talk to him.

I don't think so.

I'm telling you--

try it, go.

Okay.

Hi, guys.

Hey, Zuckerman. Sit down. Hey. Hi.

Oh, man, look who's on his way over here.

DONNA: Who's that?

ANDREA (sighs): Alex Diaz.

He's on the student senate

and the Condor, and he's running Alicia Kaboda's campaign.

Oh. She's nice.

Well, he's a creep.

Mm. You want something?

No, thank you.

Hey, what do you got there, Alex, concession speech?

(chuckles): Actually, Josh, it's something you wrote.

I thought you and Walsh ought to take a look at it.

Would you like one, too? What is it?

(laughs): What, are you crazy, Alex?

I never took a test for D'Shawn Hardell.

Well, I only know what I read in the newspaper. No,

you didn't read it in the paper, because it was

never printed. And why is that, Josh?

Because it wasn't true.

ALEX: Wasn't true,

or wasn't in your best interest to publish?

I mean, after all, why stir things up

when you can cut a deal with the chancellor's fair-haired boy?

BRANDON: And what deal

would you be talking about, Alex?

Where did you get this?

A little birdie gave it to me. (chuckles)

What do you want from me, Alex?

There is a student senate meeting tonight,

and this is going to be the first item under new business

unless you drop out of the race.

No. We're not taking our names off the ballot.

Well, then my hunch is,

you are going to end up being disqualified.

And you are gonna end up

being thrown out of school.

Look... No, you look.

The senate convenes in four hours.

I strongly suggest you think it over.

(sighs): Creep.

You guys, after rereading this article, it's not as bad as I thought.

I mean, it's all just hearsay and conjecture.

That's why I never ran it.

You shouldn't have written it in the first place.

Should've, would've, could've. What do you want me to say?

There were a ton of rumors floating around school

about how the jocks were getting all kinds of perks-- I went after the story.

Well, once you found out the story wasn't true,

couldn't you have hit the delete button on your computer?

Should've, would've, could've.

You know, Josh, the day I agreed to be your running mate's

the day I should've had my head examined.

Should've, would've, could've!

ANDREA: Will you guys

keep your voices down?

You have a profile on this campus now.

People are watching you.

So, what are you gonna do?

Doesn't matter what we do-- the campaign will be dead in the water.

Why? Because

by the time the polls open, they'll have reprints

of this thing plastered all over the place.

But none of it's true, Josh.

Yeah, well, the votes'll be counted

by the time we set the record straight.

ANDREA: Not necessarily.

What if we put out a flyer of our own

refuting the article, point by point?

JOSH: It'll be their word against ours.

ANDREA: You're missing the point, Josh.

What we say on the flyer is that

this is just another example of the slimy politics

that goes on here every election.

And that's exactly why California University needs

a new crop of independent student leaders

who won't tolerate politics as usual anymore.

You know, that might just work.

Forget it, it'll never fly.

How do you know? How do I know?

Because we're dropping out of the race, that's how I know.

Brandon, how can you

just cave in like that?

Especially when none of it's true.

How do we know if it's true or not?

All I did was tutor D'Shawn

in one class, where I was encouraged

to take his test for him.

What if we find some user-friendly professor

who did change a grade for D'Shawn.

Where's that gonna leave him?

I'll tell you where it's gonna leave him--

it's gonna leave him without a scholarship,

never being able to play college basketball again,

and it's gonna land him at home before Christmas.

Okay, why don't we just ask D'Shawn

what the real story is.

Forget it.

Come on, Brandon.

Everything'll be off the record.

And I promise you, if he's not clean...

we'll drop out, no questions asked, okay?

That sounds reasonable.

I can't do it.

Why?

Why? Because it's a conversation

I'm not prepared to have, that's why.

Well, I can talk to him if you want me to.

It's not a problem.

(lively blues playing, billiard balls clack)

(sighs)

Hey, is your friend here?

No, not yet.

I'll wait.

(sighs)

Kelly, what are you doing down here?

(groans): Oh, don't ask.

The meeting has already started,

nobody can find Donna or D'Shawn,

and Brandon is a nervous wreck and he won't go inside.

Well, where's Josh?

He's in the meeting.

I'm gonna go back to the gym and look for Donna.

Will you do me a favor and go upstairs

and see if you can't say something to him?

I'll see what I can do. Thanks.

I don't have the stomach for this.

Take two Pepto Bismols and call me in the morning.

Shouldn't you be in day care or something?

Yes, I should, but instead, I have to come up here

and baby-sit Josh Richland's running mate.

Oh, how I let that guy talk me into this is beyond me.

Brandon, I love you, but shut up, okay?

Nobody put a gun to your head.

Instead of playing the poor, innocent victim,

can't you accept the fact that you're a born leader

with a brain and intellect to make a difference

in this world?

Right. I was there,

standing right next to you, when you put everything

on the line to shut down West Beverly so that Donna could graduate

with the rest of our class.

Andrea, that was high school.

It was the exact same thing.

Don't you see?

A friend was in trouble, and you were there.

No matter what goes on in there, no matter what they say about you,

you have nothing to be ashamed of.

So, you want to go in?

I thought you'd never ask.

ALEX: Brandon Walsh is part of a plan

to process D'Shawn Hardell through a system

of academic apartheid.

And make no mistake about it...

it's a very profitable system.

But how profitable is it going to be for D'Shawn

when he leaves C.U. without a real education?

And why is it that these disposable athletes

are always young men of color,

while their tutors are always white boys

who just happen to be appointed by the Chancellor

to the National Task Force on Education?

Wait a minute, I don't understand what me being on...

You're out of order!

D'SHAWN: And you're out of line.

D'SHAWN: Sorry for interrupting, everybody.

But my name is D'Shawn Hardell,

and everything you're accusing Brandon of

might have been true

if Brandon was a different kind of person.

But fortunately for me, he is who he is.

So I had no choice but to crack open the books.

And for that, I'll always be grateful.

Because I've been able to maintain my academic eligibility

without any help from anyone but myself.

And for those of you who don't think

I have the God-given intelligence

to go to school here...

I just have to say, no matter what you think

your political agenda is...

you're nothing but a racist.

Is that a cue stick, or are you just happy to see me?

Well, the last time I saw you,

you were running away, so...

A big emergency came up.

I had to rotate my tires.

You know, you don't look like much of a mechanic.

Why? You need a lube job?

Who are you?

I told you last night.

I'm Minnesota Fat'' long-lost daughter.

Right. And you and Paul Newman

traveled the country looking for games.

Who are you?

It's the truth.

It's what I did right after I quit the circus.

Hey, McKay, you're up.

Thanks, man.

You know, I'm really not in the mood

to shoot pool tonight. Hmm?

What else could you have in mind?

Vote Richland-Walsh. Thanks. Take one.

Hey, vote Richland-Walsh.

Yo, bud!

Hey, Steve, what's going on?

Well, the rules committee had a little meeting.

Kelly and I are now official vote counters, huh?

Whoo-hoo!

Just don't do anything to get me disqualified, all right?

Moi? Come on.

Hey, what's going on over there?

Is that some kind of rally?

Yeah. After the Senate let out,

it just sort of happened. Cool.

I heard D'Shawn was outrageous, and Alicia fired Diaz

as her campaign manager.

Yeah, Latino Unidos is in total disarray,

but the Greeks are coming on strong,

and the Progressives are still the party to beat.

No. You are coming on strong,

and you are the party to beat.

It's in the bag, bro.

Oh, my God. What?

Look who's with Donna.

Yeah. Uh... That's Donna's new roommate.

Clare moved into the beach house?

Have you guys seen Valerie anywhere?

What are you smiling at?

Where did you learn that trick?

I told you.

I ran away and joined the big top.

Oh, you're one of those acrobats, right?

No, wait. A contortionist.

And a lion tamer.

Well, you must be pretty good with a whip.

Had those big cats right where I wanted them.

Oh, yeah?

Up on their hind legs, and loving every minute of it.

Who are you?

Are you sure this is legal?

Yes. I got it at an auto parts store.

An auto parts store?

It's for women who don't want to look

like they're driving home alone at night,

so they stick him on the front seat next to them.

I don't know about this.

It's going to work great.

You said the only time you don't snore

is when you're in bed with a guy.

So...

meet Mr. Man.

Hey, sailor. New in town? Hmm.

Well, he is kind of cute in an inflatable kind of way.

Yeah. And I bet

he doesn't leave his dirty dishes in the sink.

Better yet, he probably doesn't leave the toilet seat up.

Or make you feel guilty for being in a bad mood.

In other words, he's perfect, and I want him.

(all arguing at once)

What's wrong?

Can you drive me home?

Stay awhile.

I can't.

I have a curfew.

You have a what?

Just take me home.

Turn right at the corner.

I still can't believe you live in Beverly Hills.

Why? You don't think I fit in?

Why would you want to?

That's it over there.

Something wrong?

You're Valerie?

Oh. Good news travels fast.

Why do I get the feeling I'm being set up or something here?

Beats me.

You knew exactly who I was

when you walked into that pool hall.

Sweet dreams, Dylan.

Ready when you are.

After a tumultuous campaign

which saw more than its share of charges and countercharges,

C.U. students are finally going to the polls today

to elect their new student body officers.

If this campaign has proven anything,

it's that anything can happen.

Oh, God!

Now what did you do?

Nothing.

Gotcha!

(whistling)

(music playing, crowd conversing)

You think, if we slipped out the back door,

anyone would notice?

I think it's worth a shot.

Hey, my father wanted you to know that any friend

of his lackey is a good friend of his.

Give him my best.

I will.

Hey, Clare. Hi.

Any word yet?

Dad, correct me if I'm wrong.

Didn't you come over here 20 minutes ago

and ask me that exact same question?

And didn't I, at that time, explain to you

that Kelly and Steve said it would be hours

before all the ballots were counted.

Just let me know if they call.

He will, honey. He will.

I will. Bye-bye.

Your parents and my parents are so alike, it's scary.

Hey!

Look who's here.

We had to come pay our respects.

Hi, cutie pie.

Josh, campaign's over.

You don't have to kiss any more babies.

Will you give me a break?

Well, maybe, if we get elected. Oh, come on.

Is there any doubt you guys are going to win in a walk?

Yes. Yes.

It looks like it's getting down to the wire, you guys.

If it isn't

my favorite Minister of Propaganda.

I think I deserve a better title than that. Don't you, Josh?

How about Friend of the Court?

How about Best Friend

of the Court?

What am I? Chopped Liver?

No. You're the tall guy

who towers above the rest of us mere mortals.

And who goes out on a limb for his friends.

And who dragged the entire varsity basketball team

to the polls to vote for the Independent slate.

Thanks, man. It was the least I could do.

Hey, everybody!

Hot pies out of the oven. Who's hungry?

Me. Me.

Go get 'em, guys.

I'm too nervous to eat.

So that's why you're so scrawny.

You must spend a lot of time nervous.

Guys, Walter Chen wants to do a "Day In The Life" cinema...

verité... verité...

thing, right, with you two.

I think we should probably wait till we're elected

before we commit to something like that, David.

That's a good idea.

I gotta get out of here. Yeah.

Hey, good luck, you guys.

Thanks.

So, win or lose, what are the chances

of you, me, Kelly and Valerie going out together?

Look at you, already trying to make backroom deals.

I've got a reputation to uphold.

Let's not talk about your reputation.

Didn't Kelly call yet?

Get out of here.

Okay. Just wondering.

Go on, go on. Get out of here.

Oh, man, I didn't think

we were going to get out of there alive.

No kidding.

You want to, uh...

you want to take a ride or something?

Kill some time till Kelly and Steve call?

In your car?

I'm a man of the people.

Well, say hi to the people for me.

I'll be back in 20 minutes.

Hey, Josh. What?

What are we going to do if we actually win this thing?

What every politician does-- we'll make it up as we go along.

See ya.

See ya.

(truck's air horn blowing, tires squealing)

(loud crash)

(siren blaring)

(indistinct conversation)

Are you okay?

We finished counting the votes.

You won.

(sighs)