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(rock music blaring)

(knocking on door)

CINDY: Dylan!

Dylan?!

(knocking) Dylan!

Huh?

(knocking continues)

(slurred): Hang on!

(music stops)

(groans)

Hi.

I'm, uh, I'm sorry to wake you.

Why did you?

Look, I know this is unexpected,

and I would've called but I didn't think you'd talk to me.

May I come in?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know what's funny?

In all these years, this is the first time

I've been to your house.

Yeah, well,

it's kind of messed up.

Here... Have a seat.

Thanks.

Look, Dylan, I know this is a rough time for you.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm getting by.

"Getting by" is no way to live.

Yeah, we don't always have a choice.

You're not alone, Dylan.

I appreciate the sentiment,

but, uh, what I got broke here, you can't fix.

(coughs)

Look, I came over today because I...

because Jim and I feel

that it's time to start over,

to put whatever's gotten in the way

of our relationship behind us.

And he stayed home from work today

so that he could talk to you.

I got a phone.

He knows the number.

Please, Dylan.

I have asked you for very few favors along the way,

but I am asking now.

Please.

Just come back to the house with me.

Why are you doing this?

Because I care about you.

We care.

Yeah, just...

just let me get cleaned up.

Sure.

(keys jingling)

(snorting)

(snorting)

(water running)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(door opens)

I guess some things never change.

Let's, uh, go in the living room.

It's an ambush. You lied to me.

Dylan, my name is Ellen Marks.

I'm an alcoholism counselor.

Your parents must be so proud.

Don't tell me, this is the part where I say,

"Hi, I'm Dylan. I'm an alcoholic."

Your friends are worried about you.

Who asked you?

Come on, man, why don't you sit down?

Mind your own business, Brandon.

ELLEN: Dylan,

it took a lot of time and effort

for everyone to come here today.

DYLAN: You know what?

If I need help, I'll go to AA.

It took a lot of courage for everyone to do this.

I think you at least

owe it to them to listen, don't you?

I don't even know you, so where do you get off

telling me who I owe what to?

Hmm?

This better be good,

better be entertaining,

or I'm leaving.

Who'd like to start?

Look, Dylan,

you might have given up on yourself,

but I'm here for a very selfish reason.

You saved my life once.

We were up on a mountain

when we were camping that time, you remember?

Yeah, I remember. So what?

So, when I see you getting all boozed up

and all geezed up on coke

or whatever you're killing yourself with,

I can't help thinking...

what's gonna happen next time,

if you're not there?

You fall off the mountain.

I'm not in the savior business, Brandon.

DAVID: Yeah, well, I can't agree with you on that one, Dylan.

Did you forget about the little incident

that happened over at the beach apartment?

I was wasted on meth,

cops were banging on the door.

You saved me then.

ANDREA: Look,

David buried a friend in high school.

Brandon just buried another one.

Dylan, we don't want to bury you.

So put your shovels away,

'cause nobody's dying here, all right?

I'm fine.

You're not fine.

I'm fine!

People who get high

and play with guns are not fine.

Val?

Hi, Clare.

Hi. How are you?

Good.

So, are you, uh, eyeing or buying?

Oh, I wish.

I can't afford this stuff.

Well, that's why they call it window shopping.

(laughing): Right.

You know, I can't imagine

what it must have been like

to grow up in Beverly Hills.

Me, either.

You mean you're not from here?

God, no.

We moved here from Washington

when my dad got tenure at CU.

Aren't you from Buffalo or something?

Actually, Minneapolis.

I grew up across the street from the Walshes.

Brenda and I used to be best friends until we moved away.

I didn't really know Brenda that well.

Really? Well, you would've liked her.

She used to send me these long letters about how hard it was

to grow up in Beverly Hills and fit into the crowd.

Speaking of fitting in,

why aren't you over at the Walshes today

for the big powwow?

Well, I talked it over with Brandon

and I don't belong there.

I don't really know Dylan that well.

I thought you went out with him.

No, we just kind of hung out a couple times.

Oh.

Look, the truth is,

I wasn't invited.

Well, I guess we're not members of the club yet.

Most interventions,

I try and encourage people to write down and sort of reflect

on how the other person's drug abuse

has affected their lives.

But from what your friends have told me, Dylan,

it doesn't seem as though

you've hurt anyone in this room half as much

as you've hurt yourself.

I take exception to that.

Go ahead, Nat.

You know, partner,

I can forgive almost anything except stealing.

You didn't think I noticed

the night you told Steve his count was off

when we closed the Peach Pit After Dark?

That you would steal from me,

after everything we've been through.

I'll pay you back, Nat.

It's too late for that.

You better get your head screwed on

straight, and fast,

because you keep going like you're going,

you're gonna die.

I'm not gonna die.

I'm not gonna die.

You know, I appreciate this,

all you guys getting together like this,

but it's getting kind of

ridiculous now, so I'm going.

ELLEN: Dylan!

Wait.

Listen...

if you have one ounce of self-esteem left,

one breath of the instinct for survival,

then you'll turn around and you'll sit down

and listen to what your friends

are trying to tell you.

because the moment you cross over that threshold,

there is no turning back.

Well, then, I must not have any,

'cause, like I said, I'm leaving.

STEVE: Good.

Personally, I think this

is a huge waste of time.

Drunk or sober, I still think my good buddy Dylan McKay

would have found some way to hit on Valerie.

Come on, Steve! Look...

No, you look. I don't think

you're worth the bottle you're trying to crawl out of, pal.

And if you're not gonna leave, then I am.

What, y-you think that's the way I wanted it, man?

It was all her fault.

I told her I didn't want you to get hurt in this.

Oh, well, that's very big of you.

Steve, go...

go back in there and sit down.

I... if you stay, I'll stay.

I'll listen.

I heard you come in last night.

What was it, about 4:00 in the morning?

Didn't check my watch.

You out with that Donna girl again?

No, just hanging out with the guys.

What did I tell you about priorities?

You can't just leave a girl hanging, waiting by the phone.

She was studying, Mama.

She goes to school, remember?

Course I remember.

What I especially remember the most, though,

is that she lives in Beverly Hills.

Will you just let me eat my breakfast in peace, please?

Will you just tell me one thing, please?

What part of Beverly Hills is she from?

I don't know. What's the difference?

Only about a million or two.

You see, the really rich folk live north of Sunset Boulevard.

Everybody else is just trying to keep up with the Joneses.

Well, I am not after Donna's money, Mother.

Course you're not.

You listen to your mama.

It's just as easy to fall in love

with a rich girl as it is a poor one.

DONNA: I never had any brothers or sisters,

In high school, Dylan,

I always thought of you as a big brother.

And I guess that's why it's so hard for me to say this,

but that night you crashed my mother's fund-raiser,

I lost so much respect for you.

Look, Donna...

You know, everyone there at the hotel that night

is gonna remember you as some obnoxious drunk

who put his cowboy boots up on the table

and tried to pick a fight with his best friend.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I don't want to remember you that way.

So don't.

Why don't you remember me as the guy who drove to your house

the next day to apologize?

Yeah, I do.

And I also remember you promised to meet me

at registration so we could take some classes together.

Look, my not going back to school

had nothing to do with you, okay?

That's right. It was the drugs.

Otherwise, why would a person with your passionate

intellect for learning turn your back on everything

that you know and love?

Well, you know how it is, Andrea,

you always hurt the ones you love, right?

I guess that's why you never came by to see Hannah.

I've been busy.

Look, Dylan, I know we didn't have the easiest

time together,

but at least, when you were sober,

you had more dignity than the guy I found licking salt

off the neck of a glorified hooker.

What, did you do that to humiliate me?

To pay me back for falling in love with someone else?

'Cause if you did, it worked.

I was humiliated.

Can I go to the bathroom?

Is that allowed?

Sure. We're not going anywhere.

♪ ♪

All right...

so what's the game plan?

Is this the part where all your little guilt trips

you laid on me are supposed to culminate

in the big realization I'm a bad guy?

I'm supposed to beg you all for forgiveness?

Don't hold your breath. It ain't gonna happen.

What is gonna happen?

Well, I don't know-- you're the professional drug lady.

Why don't you tell me?

Well, we've packed a bag for you.

And there's a bed waiting in a very good hospital.

That's not gonna happen.

I'm not going to a hospital.

I'm just... I... I'll go to meetings,

I'll talk to people, but I'll handle it myself.

I'm not so sure of that.

You're not so sure?

Is that what you want, all of you?

Are you sure?

Can you fix my problem?

'Cause I can do that.

I can go to rehab.

I can do two weeks in rehab standing on my head.

What you got to be ready for is the result

of your little experiment when I get out,

'cause you know what I think you're gonna see?

I think you're gonna see that you all need me to be sick.

Yeah, 'cause that way, you look a lot better.

See, your lives, they all look perfect and shiny,

but only compared to my pathetic little existence, right?

Well, I'm sick of giving you the satisfaction.

Yeah, I'll go.

Grab the bag.

DAVID: Oh, I'm exhausted.

You guys did good.

I hope so.

I just hope I did as much for Dylan as he did for me.

Well, before you go to sleep,

I have an idea to take your mind off all that.

What?

Do we have any blank tape?

What?!

Blank tape. Do we have any?

I don't know. Whatever's over there.

We don't need this old air check of me and Donna, do we?

No.

Good.

I don't understand.

What do you, what do you want a videotape for?

♪ I've tried, I can't take it, your love's how I make it... ♪

I don't know.

I was just thinking.

Aren't you kind of curious

to see what we look like on TV?

But Clare, we're on, we're on TV every day.

DAVID: Is that thing on already?

You're a nutcase, you know that?

Say cheese.

Cheese.

Mmm...

You want this off?

Uh-huh... (giggles)

I wonder how Dylan's doing.

Well, from what my mom says,

the first night in rehab's always the hardest.

Yeah, well, I just hope we did the right thing.

We did.

Great... You know, David doesn't even live here anymore

and he's still leaving his cartons empty in the fridge.

What bothers you more,

the empty cartons or the sleeping arrangements?

Well, I need my vitamin C.

As far as everything else, I could care less.

So, the whole Clare-David thing doesn't bother you at all?

Not anymore.

I mean, it took a little getting used to,

but it's not like I don't have a boyfriend.

I thought it was boyfriends.

No, I told Griffin I didn't want to see him anymore.

How'd he take it?

A lot better than my mom's going to.

She thinks he's coming to dinner tomorrow night.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Sorry to call so late,

but you are not going to believe this.

Hi, Mom. What?

Guess.

You're getting married again.

No, it's not about me. It's about you.

What about me?

Seventeen magazine called.

They saw your proofs from our mother/daughter shoot,

and they want you.

For what? A layout, silly.

They want to see you tomorrow. Can you believe it?

Mom, I-I have classes. I can't.

You have nothing as important as this.

I don't want to.

Kelly, this is an opportunity

most girls would give their eyeteeth for.

Just go

with me on this; at least check it out.

Okay, Mom.

Great.

I'll pick you up at noon.

Be ready. I love you.

Bye.

Bye.

So what was that all about?

My domineering mother.

I wonder whose mom is worse, yours or mine?

For tonight, let's call it a tie.

MAN: So, how long you plan on staring at that ceiling?

I'm gonna stare at that ceiling

till I figure out why in the hell

I let 'em drag me here in the first place.

(chuckles)

You're doing a damn sight better

than I was my first morning.

I was so busy puking,

I couldn't even tell where I was.

(knocking on door)

What the hell is that?

It's chow time.

If you're not there in five minutes, you don't eat.

Ooh, it's like a boot camp.

Hey, just take one day at a time, man.

What'd you say your name was?

Everybody up! Breakfast call! Kirk.

Yeah, listen, Kirk, I've been to AA before.

I know the drill,

okay?

So, where can I get a paper around here?

Sorry, pal.

No papers, no phones, no TV.

Got the Big Book, though,

if you're looking for something to read.

No, thanks.

I... I'm gonna wait for the movie.

Ah... (laughs)

A funny drunk.

We like those around here.

Livens up the place a bit.

You do drink, don't you?

Among other things.

Me, I'd start off with a fifth of vodka,

sometimes tequila, sometimes gin-- whatever.

Then when my inhibitions were thoroughly cooked...

Kirk...

(clears throat)

shut up.

You know what I mean?

I'll see you at breakfast.

DONNA: Mom?

In here, honey.

Hi, Mom. Hi, Lucille.

Hi, baby.

Oh, everything looks beautiful.

Oh, thanks, sweetheart.

Would you hand me the fish forks?

I thought we'd start with shrimp in tomato aspic,

and Lucille is going to make her famous rack of lamb.

You know, I'm not so sure this is such a good idea.

Oh, if Griffin doesn't eat red meat,

we can always have chicken.

No, it's not that.

Mom, Griffin and I aren't seeing each other anymore.

What?! What happened?

It just didn't work out.

Oh, honey!

Griffin is such a wonderful boy.

He was so perfect for you.

Mom, please stop trying to arrange my life.

I'm not trying to arrange your life.

I just want you to be happy.

I am happy.

I'm very happy.

In fact, I have another boyfriend.

Oh, you do?

What's his name?

Ray. Ray Pruit.

Aha. Daddy plays golf with a Pruit.

Jefferson Pruit.

The stockbroker.

I don't think they're related.

Okay. Well, what's your Pruit like?

Where's he from? Did you meet him at school?

Um, yeah, I-I guess.

Great. What year is he in?

What's he studying?

He's not in school anymore.

He graduated?

Not exactly.

He's a musician.

Ah! Concert pianist, no doubt.

No, Mom, he plays the guitar and he writes some great songs.

Well, where is this brilliant troubadour from?

Reseda.

Reseda...

Mother, you are such a snob.

You know, I can't believe this.

No, I'm not a snob.

I'm just concerned about you.

I mean, do you really know anything about this boy?

Do you know anything about his family, his background?

I know that he's sweet and he's nice

and he's cute, and I like him.

Well, in my book, that's just not good enough.

Well, in my book it is.

Okay.

Honey, I'm sure he is a lovely young man.

As a matter of fact,

why don't you invite him to dinner tonight?

Daddy and I would love to meet him.

I don't know.

I mean, it's kind of short notice.

Well, honey, if he's as special as you say he is,

I'm sure he'll go out of his way for you.

Dinner's at 7:00 We'll see you then.

He's nice, Lucille.

He really is.

Better tell him to wear a necktie.

Right.

Kelly, Jackie, great to meet you.

I'm Lisa Murchinson. Hi.

Would anyone like something to drink?

Iced tea, coffee? Oh, no, thanks.

I'll have some water.

Would you like to take a seat?

Well, you are even prettier than your pictures.

Claude has such a good eye.

Thank you.

I have known Claude for years.

We started out together in New York.

In fact, I've been in Seventeen a few times myself.

So, what we're thinking about is a campus spread.

We don't want models, just real girls,

college girls-- we'll use the same group throughout

the year for maybe four to six layouts as the seasons change.

That sounds great, doesn't it, Kel? Mm-hmm.

Well, it's a lot of work,

but you'll be handsomely rewarded,

and I promise it'll be an awful lot of fun.

When I did my first shoot, back at Ohio State,

we were all wearing plaids and saddle shoes.

We did the whole thing with the football team--

they picked us up on their shoulders.

It was such a hoot.

Jackie... would you mind

if I had a few minutes alone with Kelly?

Oh, no. Of course.

I'll be outside.

Well... you don't seem too excited about all this.

Oh, no, I am.

It's just, I modeled a little when I was a kid,

and I have to admit, it was fun, but...

I watched what it did to my mother.

We're not talking about a career choice, Kelly.

Good.

Look, this isn't a high-pressure situation.

The fact is, you're a beautiful girl,

and I know we'll have a great time together

if you give me half a chance.

Well, it does sound tempting.

Can I get back to you?

Of course.

And if it doesn't work out, no hard feelings.

Except maybe between you and your mother.

DYLAN: Dr. Parker.

Yeah, they told me you were the guy to see

about signing myself out of this place.

You were just admitted last night--

with drugs in your pocket we had to confiscate.

I made a mistake; I don't belong in here.

Oh, I see.

And why is that?

If I have any problems, I'll just handle them by myself.

Your friends tell me you walk around

like a zombie half the time.

That's not a normal life for someone as bright

and talented as you.

What is normal?

Give it a chance, Dylan.

Just one more day.

Because if you don't, we both know

it's only a matter of time till you wind up dead

or in jail or in an institution.

We both know...

everybody winds up somewhere.

You know what it's like out there, Dylan.

It's not gonna get any better.

I'll take my chances.

Okay.

You signed yourself in, you can sign yourself out.

That's right.

Excuse me. Yes?

I have a friend of mine who's a patient here-- Dylan McKay.

I'm sorry, no visitors.

I know that-- I just brought some things for him.

Well, we'll have to examine it.

Uh, no, that won't be necessary.

"Get out of jail free" card.

Y-You're not staying?

Oh, I like that-- you're real observant.

Dylan, are you sure

you're doing the right thing?

Hey, you're not gonna start on me,

are you, 'cause what I need is a ride.

If you're not gonna give it to me, I got to call a cab.

(sighing): Okay, the car's outside.

All right.

Sayonara, sweetheart.

How could you people let him

just walk out of there like that?

Honey, let me say something.

That doesn't matter.

You know what state of mind he was in.

Cindy.

Would you hold on just a minute, please?

Honey, we have to face the facts.

We did everything we could.

It'll never be enough.

DAVID: I've got an idea.

Does it involve getting naked?

Where's the video?

What?

The video-- the one me and you made, remember?

How could I forget?

Let's watch it.

Uh... right now?

Mm, I didn't know you were such a ham.

(sighs)

What's wrong?

It's not here.

Well, check in the camera. No, no.

I took it out of the camera, and I stuck it right here.

Well, check anyway.

It's not in here, David.

Well, then where is it?

I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

A videocassette doesn't just get up and walk away.

Look for it!

Just relax, okay? Stop yelling at me.

I'm looking, okay?

Clare, if this tape is gone, we're in big trouble.

(sighs)

FELICE: You sure you told your friend to be here at 7:00?

I'm sure he'll be here any minute.

Well, what's the rush? The lamb's already ruined.

It is not, Mom.

All right, come on, you two.

We're gonna wait a few minutes,

and then we're gonna start without him.

Meanwhile,

I want to see that tape you brought over.

Oh, yes! We want to see our daughter on television.

It's just an air check.

We're gonna love it,

no matter what it is.

Okay.

(doorbell chimes)

Oh, that must be Ray.

Saved by the bell.

Yeah, well, that's more than I can say for my dinner.

Be nice.

I'm always nice.

(door closes)

Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet Ray Pruit.

Mr. Martin, nice to meet you.

It's Dr. Martin.

Sorry... uh... these are for you.

How sweet.

Thank you, you shouldn't have.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I took a wrong turn on San Ysidro.

We're just happy you made it.

MARTIN: Have a seat.

We're about to watch a tape

of Donna on television.

Daddy, not... not now.

I agree with Donna.

Let's save that for after dinner.

It might give us something to look forward to.

I'm gonna go put these in water.

Excuse me.

Hi, guys. Sorry I'm late.

Hi. It's okay.

We went ahead and ordered some nibbles.

Great, I'm starving. So what's the big deal?

What are we celebrating?

Say hello to America's hottest new face.

Congratulations, Jackie.

Not me, silly.

Kelly.

That's great. Why didn't you say anything?

I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Typical-- her face is gonna be the envy

of every teenage girl in America;

she doesn't want to make a big deal out of it.

I still have no idea what I'm gonna order.

I don't even know why I'm bothering.

I can't eat, anyway.

Kelly...

nobody said anything about your weight.

Mom, when's the last time you saw a chubby cover girl?

Ladies, time out. Please-- time.

Why don't we, uh, change the subject, huh?

JACKIE: Good idea.

How's Dylan doing?

Okay, I guess.

I hope.

I think what you guys did was very brave.

I wish I'd had friends like all of you

when I was in trouble.

Just keep it. Thanks.

Whew! Good to be back.

You wouldn't believe what they were passing off

as food at the cuckoo's nest.

Well, you know, Dylan,

you weren't there for the cuisine.

I told you not to start with me about that.

I do not need to be in a rehab.

Fine.

Beer?

Yeah, you can't eat mushu without it.

Oh, is that so?

Yes, that is so.

What are you, some kind of watchdog or something?

I mean, I thought of all people, you'd be cool with this.

Dylan... you know,

getting drunk out of your mind is really not that cool.

Well, here's a beer; there is the door.

The choice is yours. What's it gonna be?

Hm?

Fine.

That's right. Come here.

(phone ringing)

Aren't you gonna get that?

Why, are you expecting a call or something?

No. Hm?

DYLAN'S VOICE: Leave a message, sucker.

(beep)

CINDY: Dylan, it's Cindy.

Please call. We're very worried about you.

Yeah, well, that didn't take long, did it?

You hardly touched your appetizer, Ray.

Not everyone likes aspic.

Including me.

She just makes it to torture us.

All right, Donna.

It was very good; I'm just not a big fan of tomatoes.

Well, I'm sure you'll love the lamb.

Although it may be slightly overcooked.

So, Ray, tell us a little bit about yourself.

Were you brought up here in Los Angeles?

No, uh, San Bernardino.

My family's originally from Oklahoma.

Oklahoma.

We ran into a lot

of Oklahoma people--

oil people-- in Houston this summer.

Well, my family's not in oil, ma'am.

Uh, except for my uncle-- he was a rigger.

I don't think you'd have met him.

What does your family do?

Daddy...

A little of this, little of that.

That's exactly how my family started.

MARTIN: Are you in school?

Uh, no, sir, I work construction.

Ray's a musician, Daddy.

Really?

Don't try and build me up, Donna.

Look, the fact is, I don't really come from much,

and I don't know where I'm going.

If that's a problem for you, I'm sorry,

but that's all there is.

Mmm... the lamb looks great, Mrs. Martin.

Lucille does make a wonderful lamb.

(smacking loudly)

(belches)

DYLAN: There it is.

Oh, yeah. I knew I left somebody here.

You call this handling your liquor?

What? I had two beers.

Four, but who's counting?

Obviously, you are.

So now I'm gonna sip some scotch.

You have any problems with that?

No. But you do.

(groans quietly)

Look, why don't you just shut up?

Or get out.

Who are you calling?

A friend.

(line beeping)

I don't believe you-- you just beeped your dealer.

There's that observant thing again.

(scoffing): You know...

I wasn't sure if Brandon and everybody

had the right idea about this intervention thing.

You know, I thought they went a little too far.

I even told Brandon to mind his own business.

So, what do you want, a medal?

Don't do this, Dylan.

You need help.

(phone ringing)

Don't answer it.

Please?

Hello?

Yeah, chief, what are you doing?

Yeah, I was out of commission for a minute, but I'm back.

Listen, hold on.

So, you gonna stay, you gonna go?

You don't need me.

You have your friends.

♪ Tell me... ♪

(door opens, bell jangles)

Ah! The gang's all here!

Oh, did you guys think you were going

to get your own private table?

Shut up and move over.

You're so kind to me, Kelly.

Ah! Just like old times.

Us forcing Nat to stay open

when he'd rather be home in bed.

You know, I keep hearing about all these "old times."

What exactly did you guys do all night long?

Oh, we used to stuff our faces with megaburgers!

Willie, fire up the grill.

We got a hungry man over here.

Not for me. It's a little late.

Aw, come on. You haven't lived

till you've gotten indigestion from a mega with cheese, pal.

You want anything, hon?

I'll have some hot tea.

Oh, boy, here we go.

What?

Kelly's not eating anymore.

Brandon...

do me a favor.

Don't turn into my mother.

All right. If I hear anything, I'll let you know.

All right. Bye.

I hate to break this party up, but I got some terrible news.

Your mother called, Brandon.

It seems our friend

checked himself out of rehab this afternoon.

♪ When I'm missing you ♪

♪ Our love, it won't go astray... ♪

Hey.

Hey, man.

How you doing?

You're always there in the pinch.

Yeah, well, I always will be.

I'm like an old street lamp

turning on every night at 6:00.

So, a little nine ball

to cover the freight there?

No, man. Sorry.

I don't gamble, except with my life.

You know, man, I got a little something special tonight.

I don't know if you'd be interested in it.

What have you got?

You ever chase the dragon?

Heroin?

Yeah, you know,

smoke a little bit makes coming in

from a snowstorm a lot easier to take.

How much?

Well, um...

here.

There's a little sample on me.

Enjoy your pool game.

I've never been so glad

to have a dog to walk in my life.

Well, we've been around the block three times.

You going for a record?

No... I just don't want to go back in there yet.

Well, I can arrange that.

Rocky.

Ray, I'm sorry.

What do you have to be sorry about?

My parents.

Are you kidding?

They were horrible.

Yeah. I guess I didn't quite win over your mom, huh?

Kind of liked your dad, though.

He seemed like a smart guy.

Yeah, he's real sweet when you get to know him.

I think he likes you.

Well, let's not get carried away.

I think he was just minding his manners.

Well, you held your ground, and you were honest.

That means a lot to my dad.

That doesn't matter anyway.

What does that mean?

Well, I'm not going out with your parents.

I'm going out with you, right?

I figure the only one I gotta impress

in your family is Rocky II.

Come here, buddy. Hey.

How am I doing, huh?

(laughing): I think he likes you.

Oh, Rocky.

Think so?

Hi, guys.

What are you looking for?

A videotape.

Oh, yeah? Which one?

Uh... It was an old air check

that we kind of taped over.

Which air check?

Why?

Well, if it's the one we made last month,

I gave it to my parents.

They just wanted to see what we were doing.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Donna.

What are you doing here?

Hi, Mom. Um... I... I forgot something.

I'll just... I'll just be a minute.

What's so important it couldn't wait until morning?

The... the videotape.

Clare and David need it for their class tomorrow.

Oh, but I want to see it.

Can't we take a quick peek at it before you go?

No, Mom. Mom, really-- I'm in a hurry.

I'll bring it back. I promise, okay?

Looking for this?

Hi, Dad.

Yeah. Thanks.

Um, did... did you watch that?

I tried.

All I got was

a lot of static.

Oh... huh.

Well, we're going to have the machine looked at.

Good idea.

Give David my best.

Thanks, Dad.

Mm-hmm.

A lot.

(whispers): You owe me... big time.

Right.

Donna, I would like to talk to you.

Mom, could we talk tomorrow?

Look... I know you don't like Ray.

But I do.

Yeah, but, honey, what about Griffin?

He... he's such a nice young man.

Right... yeah, Griffin's a real gentleman.

He waited till the second date before he tried

to get me to go to bed with him.

Sweet dreams, Mom.

So how'd it go?

It was fine.

I don't want to hear "fine." I want details.

Tell me about the house.

What did it look like?

What did they serve?

It was great, Mama.

It was everything you'd expect, you know?

North of Sunset.

Real silver?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I checked.

It was real, all right. It was heavy.

Servants? A whole army of 'em.

Every time I turned around,

somebody was picking something up or putting

something down.

Oh, that must be the life.

What about her parents?

They were great. They were great.

Real nice to me.

As well they should be.

You be good to this girl.

You let her be good to you.

Good night, Mama.

Good night, baby.

CINDY: Where you been?

To see a movie. What's the matter?

Dylan checked himself out of rehab.

Nobody knows where he is.

You haven't heard from him, have you?

I said I went to a movie.

I'm sorry.

I thought he might have tried to call you or something.

Well, he didn't.

BRANDON (clears throat): Ladies.

JIM: All right, all right, all right.

Valerie, we're all

a little on edge here.

We're just worried about him.

Well, maybe it's time to stop worrying.

I mean, there's only so much you can do for somebody.

If he doesn't want your help,

it's his problem, don't you think?

She's right.

VALERIE: Face it, Dylan's life

is in his own hands now.

And there's nothing any of us can say or do

that will change that.

(bottle shattering)

(groans quietly)

(quiet crackling)

(sniffing, inhaling)

(indistinct police radio communication)

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching, engine roaring)

(loud crash)