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(indistinct chatter)

David?

Hey, hey, pull up a chair.

You look terrible.

(laughing): Thanks.

Yeah, I pulled an all-nighter last night.

Oh, yeah.

You had that, uh, American Lit midterm this morning,

I forgot.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

You blew off your midterm?

(sighs) Yeah.

And, uh...

what about that doctor's appointment

we set up for you?

Oh, I, uh, I couldn't make it.

A conflict in schedules.

David?!

Donna, I'm fine, all right?

I don't need a check up

and I don't need a shrink.

I just need some sleep.

Why are you acting so erratic?

Define erratic.

Up, down, all over the place.

Out of control.

I'm in control, all right?

I've just had a run of bad luck lately.

It's more than that.

What are you, some sort of

behavioral expert all of a sudden?

You know, not everyone can live up to your

lilly white take on life, Donna.

So why don't you just back off?

Fine.

Fine, I will.

Donna, I'm sorry.

Fine! To hell with you!

I don't need you

and I don't need my father either!

Hey! Watch it, man.

What?! What are you looking at?

What are you all looking at?! Hey...

Are you all right?

This doesn't concern you, all right?

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

David.

What is wrong with you?

What?

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Brandon, I don't get it.

Why do you feel obligated to have Thanksgiving

every year at the house?

It's not an obligation, it's a tradition.

And one that people look forward to,

I might add.

Now, let's figure out who we got.

We got Steve and Clare,

Donna and David, Kelly,

And Mark, don't forget Mark.

He goes with Kelly now.

They're inseparable.

That's right, maybe you should sit between them,

try to stir up some trouble, huh?

What about Tracy?

Nah, she went home for the holidays already.

Here we go.

Low-fat pumpkin pie.

I'm looking for official tasters.

You've come to the right place, my friend.

I also need a favor.

Don't worry about it, Nat.

We'll pitch in on your Thanksgiving dinner

for the homeless this year. Yeah, no problem.

Oh, that's not it.

That's already covered.

Uh, the favor actually is for Willie.

You know, he's sacrificed a lot over the years

to try to save for his niece

and nephew's college education?

Mm-hmm. He's been working his

butt off, but it's not enough.

He finally caught a break

with a non-profit organization,

Habitat For Humanity.

They agreed to build a house

and then let him buy it with a zero-interest mortgage.

Sweet. Yeah.

Willie and the kids are putting in their 500 hours

of sweat equity, but they need extra hands.

The goal is to have the place framed by Thanksgiving.

So, what do you say?

Sounds good. I'm in.

Well, I'm hell with a hammer.

I bet you are! I bet you are!

Thanks.

Willie will appreciate it.

Tell me about your

hammer swinging days, Val.

Oh, you don't want to know.

You're right, I don't.

He lost it.

He just completely lost it.

And here we are.

Something's really wrong.

I know.

I begged him to get a physical.

That wouldn't tell you anything, Donna.

I've done this dance before.

Many times.

Too many times.

First, the person that you think

you know so well

becomes a stranger.

And then rebellious.

And the comes the explosion.

David's mother.

You don't think

David has the same illness?

What am I supposed to think?

His behavior...

He's got all the symptoms.

Excuse me, Dr. Silver?

Yes.

How's my son?

Well, his hand has been stitched and bandaged.

Uh, the cut was deep, but fortunately

there's no sign of nerve or tendon damage.

However, he's been

quite unruly with our staff.

Do you know if he's been taking any drugs?

No, I don't think so.

Well, just in case,

I called in a staff psychiatrist to evaluate him.

It's standard procedure.

He's with him right now.

Okay, let's run through this again.

Let's not and say we did, okay? Look, kid,

you want to get out of here,

and I want to go to lunch, all right, so--

So, it's no big deal.

I had an argument with my old girlfriend that's all.

Why?

Because she was giving me the third degree

like you're doing right now.

And why the third degree?

Because I wasn't following her agenda, okay?

And what agenda was

your old girlfriend trying to lay on you?

It doesn't matter.

Oh, it does to me.

Well, who the hell are you?

This is ridiculous. I'm out of here.

No, not until I'm done with my agenda which is

figuring out what is going on with you.

Look, I'm just living my life, all right?

If somebody doesn't like it,

that's their problem, not mine!

Look, you take it easy.

No, you take it easy!

Do you know why you're here?

Actually, no.

Does this have something to do with my fraternity?

You know, we were off academic probation a long time ago.

This has nothing to do with your fraternity, Mr. Sanders.

Good. This has to do with

the midterm paper you turned in

to your independent study class.

Do you recognize it?

Yeah.

Then you should also recognize this one.

It was written by Brandon Walsh

three years ago.

They're an identical match, word for word.

Professor Randall, who recently took over

this class, has brought charges of plagiarism against you.

Did you say Professor Randall?

Based on the evidence at hand,

it is the preliminary recommendation

of this disciplinary committee

that you be expelled

from the university. Wait a minute,

you're gonna expel me over this?

You can submit a statement

if you like, or you can appear before a full hearing

of the student conduct committee next week.

Good day, Mister Sanders.

Oh, yeah, great day.

Hey, Brandon.

Hey, Kel.

You know, I still haven't gotten your RSVP

for the annual turkey fest at Casa Walsh.

Yeah, I've been meaning to tell you.

Uh, Mark and I are going out of town.

Going out of town?

Where you going?

Montecito.

Montecito, lovely seaside community.

Well, I'll miss you.

Same here.

Isn't that Professor Randall over there?

My God, you're right that is Professor Randall.

I see he hasn't lost his smirk.

No, only his wife.

(laughing)

I wonder what Lucinda's doing these days.

Oh, believe me, Kel, somewhere, somehow,

Lucinda's doing it to someone.

I wonder if he still blames me?

Well, looks like you're about to find out.

Mr. Walsh.

Professor Randall, how are you doing?

I had a feeling our paths would cross again.

Yeah, this is Kelly Taylor.

Oh, yeah, sure, I remember Kelly.

You had a class with my ex-wife, Lucinda.

Right.

So, what brings you back to C.U.?

Oh, the Department did a little reshuffling,

some recruiting and here I am,

back on campus, buried in term papers.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

You know what, I'll tell you what's really sorry.

In all this time I've only had a couple of students

whose prose could measure up to your standards.

You were my best and my brightest.

Anyway, nice to see you, Kelly.

I will catch up again with you, later.

Promise.

That was weird.

Yeah, he still blames me.

Cocktails and blinis?

Now, straight out.

David hurt himself today.

Now, I have to ask, is there any history

of mental illness in the family?

Yes.

His mother.

She's struggled with manic-depression

for a long time. I see.

Okay, what I want to do

is put a 72 hour hold on David

for psychiatric evaluation.

I think observation would be the best thing

for him at this point.

Observation?

Where?

In the psych ward.

It's a secure,

safe environment.

Now, I have a solid staff.

We'll give David a complete

physical evaluation, see if we can get things

back in balance a bit.

If we can diagnose him,

we can help him. And you don't think

an out-patient program would do just as well?

No, I think we need time to observe him first.

To evaluate him properly.

Now, I need your support on this.

Okay.

Now, I need you to stop by

the nurses station on the way out.

They're gonna need some information from you,

family history,

contact numbers, whatnot.

And I'll be in touch.

All right?

Thanks, Doctor.

You're welcome.

Don't worry.

We'll look after David.

Thank you.

I need to get in touch with Sheila,

tell her what's going on.

God knows she's not going to handle this very well.

Well, is there anything I can do?

I don't know, Donna.

I should get back to the office.

I've got patients waiting.

You might as well just go.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

You go.

I'll call if there's an update.

You sure? Yeah, I'm sure.

David would do the same for me.

Thanks for everything, Donna.

Sure.

(knocking on door) CLARE: Yeah, Habitat for Humanity?

Isn't that the group President Carter

and his wife are involved in?

Right.

Okay, well tell, uh, Willie we'll be down

to swing a hammer as soon as I change.

No, he just walked in.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Okay, bye.

That was Brandon.

Uh, put your hard hat on.

I kinda just volunteered us for a barn raising.

Clare...

It's Habitat for Humanity.

I can't believe Willie's

gonna finally get his dream house.

Yeah, that's great.

What's wrong?

You look like somebody shot your dog.

Well, they should shoot me.

That would really solve a lot of my problems.

Honey...

Clare, I'm an idiot. I'm a plagiarist.

They want to expel me,

they want to kick me off campus.

I really messed up this time!

I'm talking epic proportions here. Stop! Stop! You're babbling.

What do you mean you're getting expelled?

What did you do? I, uh...

I took one of Brandon's old term papers off the computer

and I, uh...

turned it in with my name on it.

What?

It was a bogus class!

An independent study course.

We had a rookie professor I thought it'd be a slam dunk.

Now the dean of students and the conduct

committee want my head.

You're unbelievable.

I know.

To think I gave up a prince

and a Phi Beta Kappa

for a, uh, white-collar criminal.

I know.

A semester and a half to go.

Why?

I don't know.

I was asking myself that the whole way over here.

Honestly, Clare I try to do things the right way--

even if it is the hard way.

But suddenly the easy way rears it's ugly head

and I take the bait, I'm helpless,

even if it means I gotta kick myself in the butt later.

Does Brandon know about this?

No. He's clueless.

He didn't have anything to do with this.

Well, obviously you have to tell him.

No.

No, I, I gotta fix this somehow.

I gotta talk to the chancellor, maybe he can help me out.

Hey, do you think maybe, uh,

you can call your father for me?

No. No?

Why not? Because...

I'm going to change.

We're going to the Habitat for Humanity house.

You're gonna find Brandon and you're telling him

what's going down before the dean does.

Let's go.

I can't thank you guys enough for comin' out here.

Not a problem, Willie.

Yeah, it feels good to get your hands dirty for a change.

Oh, by the way, uh, Kelly sends her regrets.

She had some last minute

school stuff to take care of.

Anything to avoid a blister.

Be nice. Be nice.

It's best to keep those two away from sharp objects.

Hey,

look who's here! Two more recruits!

Where are the tool belts?

Do you have anything in suede? Hey, Sanders,

grab a hammer.

Go tell him, Steve.

Come on, my darlin', I'll buy you a doughnut.

(both laugh)

Oh, man, you'll never believe who I ran into today.

Professor Randall.

Yeah, I heard he was coming back to school.

Yeah?

No love lost there, I'll tell you that.

Someone should tell that guy

life is an adventure in forgiveness.

Ah, Norman Cousins.

Very good, Steve.

When did you become so literary?

Hey, Bran...

Bran.

Remember that term paper you showed me last week?

Yeah.

Well, uh,

I took it.

I, uh, I copied it

and handed it in.

You took my term paper?

Yeah, but it gets worse.

Uh, I handed it in for an independent study course

and...

well, now that's Randall's new class and...

well, he busted me.

Looks like I'm gonna get expelled.

He knows it's my paper, doesn't he?

Yeah, he does. And what

do you think's gonna happen to me, Steve?

Buddy, I don't know. You don't know.

Well, why don't you take a wild guess.

Randall blames me for breaking up his marriage.

He also blames me for his getting kicked off campus

for favoring student athletes.

That was all a long time ago.

What are you, a moron?

It's payback time.

And you gave him the ammunition.

I'm sorry, Bran.

You're sorry?

Well, that's great,

that really makes me feel a lot better, Steve.

Thanks.

You mind if I come in?

You've got the power. Revel in it.

I haven't heard that one before.

Well, here you go.

I've got some sweats, a couple T-shirts,

a pair of shorts from your dad.

So you two talked.

We did.

And you both put your heads together

and figured it would be in my best interest to commit me, huh?

You're not being committed, David.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm being evaluated.

That's right.

Against my will.

Look, David, um...

this whole experience will go a lot easier for you

if you help us help you.

The nurse tells me

you refused to take your medication.

Just say no-- that's what I was always taught.

It's a mild sedative, David.

It'll make you feel a lot less anxious.

Look, Doc, the only thing I'm anxious about

is when I'm getting out of here.

Look, David,

I know this isn't easy.

I don't want the drugs

and I don't want to talk about it. End of story.

If you want to make the next 72 hours

a complete waste of time, that's your decision.

Now the labs will be ready tomorrow morning.

We've got a session at 10:00 sharp.

Good night.

Good night.

MAN (over PA): Portable X-ray to ICU stat.

Portable X-ray to ICU stat.

Miss Martin.

(softly): Oh.

You're still here.

Uh, yeah, David's father had to go,

so, uh, I thought I'd just...

Stand guard?

Wait for word.

How is he? Mmm.

Scared, hostile, upset, defensive.

Perfectly normal under the circumstances.

More scared than anything.

Will you care to be more specific?

Yeah.

Mmm.

Well, you know about David's mother.

But, um, what you probably don't know

is that one time I went with David

up to Portland to see her.

And she was missing.

Even the police couldn't find her.

And it took awhile, but we eventually

tracked her down.

And we found her in this filthy alley.

She was homeless, totally out of it.

She had absolutely no idea where she was.

And how did David take this?

I'll never forget the look on his face.

Dr. Tate,

I think David's running from himself...

or I don't... I don't know, maybe his mother.

Am I making any sense here?

A whole lot of sense.

You know,

David doesn't realize how lucky he is

to have someone like you in his corner.

But that's, uh, perfectly normal

under the circumstances.

Look, why don't you go home and get some rest?

Hmm?

Thanks.

(sighs)

I don't understand, we made the reservation!

I know,

I know we didn't call back to confirm.

But I thought your call was to confirm.

I'm confirming now!

Would you help me please?

The guy hates women or something.

Hi, this is Mark Reese.

I understand we have a problem?

Well, do you have any other bungalows available?

No.

Well, how about a room?

No, okay, well what are we supposed to do?

Okay, thanks. Terrific.

I appreciate your help.

Bye.

You fixed it? No.

He hates men, too.

Oh, great.

What are we supposed to do now?

Well, we could pull over and uncork the wine

and whine about it or we can find another hotel.

On Thanksgiving weekend?

That'll be easy.

Have a little faith, Kel.

I'm sorry.

I just had my heart set on this place, you know?

Yeah, I know, look Montecito Ranch

isn't the only beautiful place up by Santa Barbara.

We'll find something.

I should have called him back.

It doesn't matter as long as there's a bed.

Mark.

I mean, as long as we're together.

Destiny's taking the reins, baby.

Saddle up.

Yee-haw!

(engine revving)

Collusion.

That's what they're charging me with.

I don't know what to say.

Good, 'cause I'd hate

to have to listen to you defend the guy.

No, not today.

What, what is this?

Why is all this coming down on me?

I'm-- what--

is this some sort of karmic retribution

for some sordid past life

where I was Attila the Hun?

Nope.

Ran the tarot cards on that one already.

I don't know.

I mean, I think, for me,

I'm blindly following in my mother's footsteps.

How so?

Well, my Aunt Bridget said that my, uh,

father was my mother's perennial project.

He was considered this big geek before they got married

and, uh, an absentminded professor after.

Really?

Mm-hmm. And now

he's the chancellor of a major university.

Not bad.

But he didn't cheat, did he?

No. You know how long

I've known Steve?

A long time. No, just

long enough for him to bury me.

Brandon, he left here determined to fix things.

Translation-- he could screw things up even worse.

Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised.

Did he have a game plan?

Mm-hmm. Going to my father, begging for mercy.

Translation--

no game plan.

And clearing your name.

How thoughtful of him. You know, if I were you,

I wouldn't want to give him too much of a head start.

I'd probably head down

to the dean of students office myself

and find out what's going on.

That's a good idea, Clare.

Don't mind if I do.

Thank you, bye-bye.

So, Clare told you why I'm here, right?

Oh, yes,

and I've already discussed it with Dean Whitmore.

You did?

Yes!

Oh, that's great.

Steve, there's nothing great about it.

These are serious charges, the evidence is irrefutable,

and in any event, I never involve myself

in disciplinary matters like this.

Oh, come on, that stuff doesn't flush with me.

Look at you.

You're the BMOC.

Look at this office-- it's a corner office.

You're the chancellor.

Yeah, I'm the chancellor,

and you're dating the chancellor's daughter.

What, you think that entitles you

to diplomatic immunity?

Well, no, but couldn't it?

Steve, you made this mess yourself.

You're going to have to face the consequences.

But expulsion?

I only have a semester and a half to go.

Well, maybe you should have thought of that

before you plagiarized that paper.

Oh, come on, I'll do anything.

I, I'll write another term paper,

I'll write two term papers, whatever they want.

If they want me to scrub the campus with a toothbrush,

I'll do that. Anything!

Tell that to the conduct committee,

see what they say.

What about Brandon?

He didn't have anything to do with this. I believe that.

As long as I've known Brandon, he's never conducted himself

with anything other than the utmost integrity.

That's what you should have copied from him, Steve,

not his term paper.

Are we finished here?

Yeah.

(door opens and closes)

So, after you lost your contract

to the record company, your grandfather died.

People die.

Haven't you ever lost anybody close to you before?

Yes, I have.

And how did that make you feel-- happy or sad?

Sad.

And then you came into your inheritance.

(laughing)

Did my father tell you how much?

You got that down there, too?

Mm-hmm.

I got down 250 large

and that you blew half of it in the space of two weeks.

I didn't blow it, all right, I invested it in a club.

Watch, mark my word,

it's going to be the biggest spot in L.A.

I'm told that your mother suffers from manic depression.

Ah, now I see what you're getting at.

You're way off, man, I'm not my mother.

I agree, but you must realize

that you're genetically predisposed.

Haven't you ever had a bad day?

Haven't you ever had a hard time

getting out of bed in the morning?

Of course I have.

And don't tell me you wouldn't be bouncing off the walls

if you inherited a quarter of a million dollars.

I probably would.

So, there you go.

Nobody's perfect.

Who's to say who's in control

when nobody's ever really in control anyway?

Sometimes you, you just lose it, you know,

you want to hit something, you want to...

Chuck it all? Exactly, take a dive.

Thanks, world, but no thanks.

Maybe you,

but not me.

I would never, ever consider suicide.

(sighs)

That's not what I meant.

You know, David, uh, I know you've been down there before.

And it probably scares you, doesn't it?

The lows?

I mean, that's why you're running,

you're spending, you're drinking.

It's called self-medicating.

I think...

that it's time you face reality.

Whose reality? Yours?

Look, David, I'm not suggesting

that your condition is anywhere

as serious as your mother's.

Well, I'm glad we agree on something then.

Are we done here?

Uh, I'm getting a little tired.

Yeah.

Okay.

We're done...

for now.

You know, David,

you got a father out there who loves you,

and I don't know what your relationship is

with that young lady Donna,

but she obviously cares a great deal about you.

You're not alone.

No, no, no, please, please,

you have to have one room.

Okay, all right, if anybody cancels...

No, don't hang up, don't hang up.

Don't hang up!

(groans)

So, how'd it go?

(sighing) Not well.

What are you grinning about?

Did you get a room?

Nope, no rooms, no vacancies.

(whimpering)

Oh, we have been driving around all day.

I'm hot and I'm tired.

I had the cutest dress I was going to wear tonight.

Well, get it out because we have dinner reservations

at the Le Plat Royal.

You can't just book a four-star restaurant

at the last minute.

You can if you're Ronald Reagan.

You're not.

You are? Well, I'll make it Junior,

not Senior. Mark, that's fraud.

This is vandalism, that's fraud.

What's next, breaking and entering?

Actually, I was just getting to that.

Where are we going?

(sighing) We're going to go to the La Playa Bonita Resort Hotel.

But you just said we couldn't get in there.

No, I said they didn't have any rooms.

I didn't say we couldn't get in.

Actually, my family stayed there.

Wait until you see their health club.

You'll love it, Kel.

They've got marble walls.

They've got big fluffy towels, sauna, whirlpool,

everything your sweaty little heart desires.

Ever heard of trespassing, Mark?

No, it's just exploring a brave, new world.

Oh, we are going to get caught, I can feel it.

N-N-N-No, you just walk in with attitude

and a sense of entitlement and--

Look, just repeat after me,

"My name is Kelly Taylor and I'm from Beverly Hills."

My name is Kelly Taylor and he made me do it.

Hey, Professor Randall,

could I talk to you for a second?

What's this about, Walsh?

I've got a class to teach.

Right, right, well, look,

I just came from the dean of students' office,

and he explained to me the plagiarism charges

you're bringing against Steve Sanders,

and I just stated my innocence for the record.

Well, of course you did.

Professor Randall, I didn't give him the paper.

I told the dean that,

and he said I should come to you

and ask you to drop the charges.

Look, I wish I could, Walsh,

but frankly, the evidence is overwhelming.

This is personal, isn't it?

Brandon, why would I do that?

If you hadn't written an outstanding paper

three years ago,

I never would have saved a copy

and I never would have noticed the plagiarism

to begin with.

Professor Randall, I know that we've had

our differences in the past,

what with your wife and Steve and your baseball.

Oh, no, whoa, whoa, whoa,

no, no, no, the one has nothing to do with the other.

This is an entirely different venue of cheating, Walsh,

and as far as I'm concerned, you are guilty

until proven innocent.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Any word on Davey Boy?

Well, Donna says he's getting help from a really good doctor.

Is he going to be out in time for Thanksgiving?

They don't know; it's too soon to tell.

Well, on our end, ladies, we got to move it

if we want a roof up in time for turkey.

Follow me.

What are we doing?

Quality control.

See, this is a level, and we're going to make sure

that the window frame is plumb,

which it is.

We don't want the city inspectors holding us up

with code violations.

How do you know about this stuff?

My dad was a contractor.

Oh, really?

Yeah, the summer before I moved here,

he had me work at one

of his construction sites.

Ten months later, we had a shopping mall

and a movie theater with red velvet seats and...

mahogany walls and art deco trim.

Too bad he didn't stick around to see it.

Why, what happened?

He blew his brains out.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It was a long time ago.

I know, it's just... I know what it's like to lose a parent.

That's right, your mom.

Yeah.

But I have good memories, and it sounds like you do, too.

A few.

Well?

Houston, we have a room.

Mm, good. Where?

Well, it's, uh, it's just off the interstate.

It's a Best Nest motel.

Best Nest-- that's my favorite.

I know, I know, I'm spoiling you,

but that's just the kind of guy I am.

Yes, you are.

Here, try this Lobster Newberg.

It's amazing.

Not until you try some caviar.

Come on, it's not meat,

it's not poultry, it's just...

Best Nest, eggs.

Do I see a pattern forming here?

(chuckles)

Okay.

Hmm... not bad.

I told you.

(thunder cracking)

(echoing): Mom?

Mom?

(panting)

Dr. Tate.

Dr. Tate.

Dr. Tate!

WOMAN: Donna.

Sheila.

Oh, I'm so glad you came.

I was in Palm Springs.

I came as soon as I got Mel's message.

How is David?

Well, apparently he's had a rough night,

but Dr. Tate feels it could be the start of a breakthrough.

I feel so guilty.

I've passed this on to him.

No, Sheila, don't ever say that.

I never thought that I'd be waiting

to see my son in a place like this.

Sheila, listen to me.

You're here and that's what counts,

and you know better than anyone else

how to help David through this.

Yes.

Yes, you're right.

You look exhausted.

Why don't you go home and get some rest?

I'm here.

I'll stay.

(sighs)

Are you sure? Yes.

Go on.

Oh, I'm glad you're here.

Thank you.

(door opening, closing)

What are you doing?

I'm taking this back up to my room,

out of harm's way.

Hey, Bran, I'm sorry my bonehead play

dragged you into this.

Well, the thing is,

Randall isn't gonna let me out.

The charge is collusion,

and he's gonna make it stick.

I'll do whatever I... I don't want to hear it, Steve.

You stole from me, man.

You took something that was mine, that I crafted

and I created, and you put your name on it.

Now everything that I've worked towards

is about to be flushed.

What kind of friend does that make you?

(sighs)

Oh, nice.

Nice.

Best Nest.

Nice.

Come here.

Come sit down.

Okay, now close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Come on. (chuckling)

(clears throat)

Okay, now just imagine we're in

our little bungalow at Montecito Ranch...

(sighs)

with the rustic beam ceiling,

the soft lighting,

Chopin's nocturnes wafting softly in our ears,

the flames flickering in the fireplace.

Mark...

I'm getting so hot.

Me, too.

No, I'm burning up.

Yeah?

My stomach.

Butterflies?

Caviar.

Huh?

I'm gonna be sick.

(groaning)

Kel, are you okay?

Kelly?

(toilet flushing)

(sighs)

Lobster Newburg, caviar, champagne.

What is it, stomach flu?

No, no, it's got

to be food poisoning.

Are you sure?

I mean, that restaurant was four-star.

All right, it's stomach flu.

(sighs)

I'm so sorry, Mark. No, that's all right.

Don't worry. It's not like I...

planned this, you know?

Yeah, I know, I know.

(grunts)

Oh, God.

Oh, God, what?

It is food poisoning.

(Mark retching)

Can we open the drapes?

No.

Oh, they're so hideous.

You'd rather have direct sunlight?

You were great last night.

So were you.

So sweet, so gentle.

Speak for yourself.

You were incredible.

I didn't have the legs to make that last run

to the bathroom, but you got me there.

And here we are.

Yeah, in Shangri-la.

(chuckling)

Four-star.

The best laid plans, huh?

(both laughing)

(sighs)

You know...

if we could make it to the car,

we could get back to Casa Walsh

in time for Thanksgiving.

Uh, doesn't that usually involve food?

Yeah, you're right.

So, what do you want to do?

Maybe we should just stay right here...

where we are.

Maybe so.

You know, you are the nicest person

I've ever gotten sick with.

I was just gonna say the same thing about you.

(both chuckling)

David?

Good morning.

You've got a visitor.

She's been waiting all night.

What are you doing here?

You didn't have to come.

You've always been there for me.

Uh, I'm-I'm...

I'm doing okay now.

I just, uh...

I was just a little messed up.

When I heard that you were here,

I was so scared and worried, but...

you know, I'm beginning to think

that maybe it was a blessing

in disguise. Mom...

stop, please.

Look, I love you,

and I'd... I'd do anything for you...

but please don't try telling me I'm you, okay?

You're not me, David,

but you are my son, and it's time for you

to listen to your mother for a change.

Dr. Tate cataloged me already.

He says I'm a...

minor league manic-depressive.

That's... that's what he says.

What does he know, right?

You're right.

He doesn't know.

He's never been on the ride.

He's never had the highs that we've had,

has he?

I guess not.

Fun, aren't they?

(chuckling)

Yeah.

Incredible.

It's like, when you're on the ride,

you can do no wrong.

I'm fearless.

Yeah... and blind.

Yeah.

I guess I hit bottom in Las Vegas.

When the lows come...

they really swallow you whole, don't they?

David, if you don't have the highs,

you don't have the lows.

I don't want medication, Mom. I don't need medication.

And Dr. Tate agrees with you,

but if you want to get out of this place

and stay out of it,

you need to learn to make better choices.

Like what?

Like being open to therapy.

Don't be so open to alcohol.

Do you want to spin out again?

Do you want to relive these last few weeks?

No.

David, you have a choice.

I did it the hard way.

You don't have to.

It's up to you.

Okay.

I hear you.

Let's get you out of here.

BRANDON: Fork goes on the left, small one on the outside.

The bigger one goes...

Who's got the wine?

We have some water glasses around here?

Okay.

Oh, Willie, move those glasses, will you, please?

Everyone, please sit down.

Whoa.

(grunting)

Sit down, pal.

Welcome home, Willie.

Hey, Willie.

God bless all of you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

(all murmuring agreement)

Guys, can't you call a truce?

You're not gonna be able to solve the problem

till next week at the student conduct meeting.

It is Thanksgiving.

I guess you're right.

Happy Thanksgiving, Steve.

Happy Thanksgiving, Brandon.

(knocking)

David. Hey.

BRANDON: Oh, look who's here.

You guys, this is unbelievable.

Sil-bear.

How you feeling?

Better. Good.

Thanks for asking.

David, come sit over here.

What's up, Willie?

(sighs)

I still don't know why you would want

to have anything to do with me.

David.

No, really.

Why do you hang in?

I mean, I've never done anything for you.

That's not true.

You were my first kiss.

You were my first love.

Those things are priceless.

They'll stay with me always,

no matter which way our lives go.

Well, I want you to know one thing.

I'm not crazy.

Oh, yeah?

Well, then, what are you?

Crazier. (chuckles)

About you.

I love you, Donna.

I love you, too.

BRANDON: You know, this is just like Thanksgiving dinner

at my place, only without a roof.

(laughter)