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(sighs)

Morning.

Morning.

You slept in.

I'm just tossing and turning all night.

I haven't had a good night's sleep since Joey left.

Oh, he'll turn up.

I thought you were sleeping at Steve's.

That was the plan.

What happened?

Oh, nothing out of the ordinary.

I don't know. Maybe Steve's right.

Maybe I am the one with the hormone imbalance.

Otherwise, why would I keep trying to change

what obviously cannot be changed?

(scoffs)

Are things really that bad?

He's just

so insensitive, you know?

About what? Everything.

Sex.

Last night, he actually demanded his quota.

Well, boys

will be boys. Yeah.

Did you talk to him? Yeah.

He pouted.

I hate that.

He didn't say anything? Oh, yeah, he did.

Here's a quote.

"Gee, Clare, what's wrong?

Is it puffy, mean and snappy time?"

It's KEG-speak

for PMS.

That's low.

Well, maybe it's time

I sink to his level.

I think I know how to do it.

Clare...

I gotta go; I'm gonna be late for class.

Okay. Thanks for letting me vent.

Be good.

I will.

Hello.

Joey?

Hi.

Oh, my God, I've been worried about you.

Are you okay?

I couldn't stay at that stupid shelter.

You don't have to; it's.... I'm not going back there.

Please, you can't send me back there.

You've got to promise.

Okay, okay, I promise.

Come here. It's okay.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Got a real cool ride ♪

♪ Got a handful of cash ♪

♪ Places to go ♪

♪ Gonna get there fast ♪

♪ I can't deny I'm living life on the fly ♪

♪ Let's take it to the edge, hit the road tonight ♪

♪ I'm dressed to kill ♪

♪ I got nothing below ♪

♪ Feeling hot to ride, and looking ready to go ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Can you feel the heat? ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ The girl's gone wild ♪

♪ Drivin' out of control ♪

♪ The girl's gone wild ♪

♪ Are you ready to roll? ♪

♪ The girl's gone wild... ♪

(sighs)

Coffee on?

Look at her.

How does she do it?

School all morning;

afternoons with her boyfriend Rob; clubbing all night.

And look at her first thing in the morning--

a vision in terrycloth.

Utterly in vogue. Ha, ha, ha.

What are you doing? E-mail?

Yes, yes, I was doing a little e-mail

with Jim and Cindy in Hong Kong.

They want me to come and visit them for spring break.

Oh, that's great. Yeah.

They're sending two tickets.

From the contents of that letter, it appears

they're not gonna take no for an answer.

Well, you could take me.

Take you?

To Hong Kong? Really?

Are you sure you want

to leave Rob here alone in the naked city?

At the mercy of the paparazzi,

in front of the teaming hordes of women that can't wait to get

up-close and personal with Hollywood's

hottest young rising star, hmm?

You're right.

Yeah, thanks for offering, but you know,

I really can't go with you to Hong Kong, Brandon.

You know, when me and Rob have... have plans.

I thought so.

Besides, you'll be taking Tracy.

(sighs)

WEATHERMAN: That unusually severe, unseasonable tropical depression

is now pounding the coast of Baja this morning...

Here you go, more cereal.

Whoa, check out those waves.

Gotta be lippin' out at ten feet at least.

You know, if you catch 'em right,

you can rip on those suckers for miles and miles.

Okay, why don't we drop the surfer lingo

and talk about you, okay?

All right, I want to know why

you ran away from home.

And don't even think about lying to me.

Come on. You can trust me.

Why don't you start by telling me your full name.

Joey Evers.

Nice to meet you, Joey Evers.

Where are you from?

New Mexico.

Santa Fe.

Nice town.

Why'd you leave?

My mom.

She married this jerk Ernie.

Ernie who? Ernie Merrick.

He hates me.

How do you know he hates you?

You said before, he never hurt you, so how do you--

He just does, okay?

Now, my mom, she's gonna have a baby.

They're gonna have their own little family, and then...

so they don't need me anymore.

Do you think you could be reading any of this wrong?

No, I know.

You don't even know 'em.

No, I don't,

but I know what it's like

to have to deal with a new stepdad.

And it's not fun watching your mom get caught up

in a whole new life.

But that doesn't mean that you're not included.

Then why haven't they found me yet, huh?

I'll tell you why.

It's because they're glad I left.

They don't even care.

Come here.

(gasps, laughs) David!?

Mwah! Hey.

Mm, what did you have for breakfast?

What? What? Can't a guy in love

just revel in it once in a while?

Yeah, sure. What're you up to?

Excuse me. There's no agenda.

I just, you know, I woke up this morning,

and that story that your grandmother told us just,

it's been running through my head.

And I got to thinking,

if love can conquer all,

maybe it can conquer this resentment I've been feeling.

Resentment?

Well, you know, with your parents and...

David, please?

Nah, Donna, I want 'em to see me for me,

you know what I'm saying?

I want 'em to see who I really am.

And I don't know, I think I just need

to find a new way of communicating,

especially with Felice.

Maybe it's time to write a new chapter.

So you do have an agenda.

Well, I guess I'm glad my mom is still on

that cruise with my Aunt Ann.

Well, thanks for the support.

No, David, I love you.

And I am perfectly willing to love you,

whether or not they accept you.

I know, I know that.

And you know what?

Why stir things up?

Just let it be, okay?

Okay.

BRANDON: Hey, get a room, kids.

Hey, Sanders.

Hey, bud, how you doin'? Good, how're you?

I'm all right, but my old man is freaking out.

He's worried about this storm that's blowing up here from Mexico.

Why? Most of 'em never make it all the way up to L.A.

Well, I told him that, but he jumped all over me.

See, he's stuck in Seattle.

He just bought this house in Malibu.

I'm listening. Coffee, please.

Well, he wants me to take care of it

until the storm blows over.

But I'm gonna do something better than that.

I'm gonna head up there this afternoon

and I'm gonna sandbag that sucker.

Like the good son you are. Coffee?

No, thank you.

Anyway, I'm enlisting the help of my friends.

I want you to spread the word, okay?

I'll draw you a map.

Okay.

Listen, Steve, can I, uh, can I talk to you

about something private?

Private?

I love private.

Copy that.

Listen,

I might be going

to Hong Kong over break.

My parents are sending me two tickets.

Two tickets?

Oh, Bran, you gotta take me, please, please, please.

I need a break from her Royal Highness.

Do you? I do.

I love Clare, but look at me, checking my watch

for the umpteenth time. Why?

Why? Why you ask?

Yes, "Why?" I ask.

Well, she's expecting me over at the Peach Pit right now

for another one of those little joyous talks.

(groaning) What is it about women?

All they want to do is talk, not about sports,

but about their feelings.

And then they want to talk to you about your feel--

Hey, guys.

Hey, Tracy, how you doing?

I feel good.

Hm! Need I say more?

Seldom wrong and right again.

Thank you, sir. Bye, Bran.

Chin chin.

Bye, Tracy. Bye.

What was that all about?

Nothing, nothing, nothing at all.

Steve, uh, Steve needs some help

sandbagging his father's house in Malibu this afternoon.

Can I count you in?

Sure. Great.

Listen, I was thinking about going home

to visit my parents over spring break,

and I thought maybe you could come with me and meet them.

I don't think I could do that.

My parents want me to visit them in Hong Kong.

Really!

Yeah. Well...

But don't let that hold you up.

You should go up to the ranch.

Yeah.

I'll miss you, though.

I'll miss you, too.

All right, I gotta go to the library.

I'll see you later.

Knock, knock.

Valerie, hi.

Hi.

I'm sorry I didn't call, but you don't have a phone yet.

You don't have a phone or a couch or a bed,

but you sure do have a lot of tools.

You want to hand me that planer? Yeah.

Thanks.

You know...

I been working with wood since I was about five.

I've been working in film for what, about five minutes?

So what? You're a natural.

Nah, Val.

Didn't you hear my manager?

"Don't worry about the acting, man; you're a star."

And what's a star?

Nothin' but a big ball of gas.

Do you know how many people

would kill to be in your shoes?

Do you know how lucky you are?

Yeah, I do.

It scares the hell out of me.

Well, you should enjoy it.

I'll say this:

I'm enjoying you.

Well, I'm glad you said that.

Can I ask you a favor?

Of course.

Would you read this script,

tell me if maybe it should be my next movie?

I'd love to.

Hey, Steve.

Hi, Nat.

Is Clare all right?

Yeah, why?

Well, when was the last time

you saw her order a double-megaburger

with extra cheese and fries?

Never.

(wry chuckle) Uh-huh.

Clare!

Hmph! Useless bozo.

It's nice to see you too.

Hmm?

Oh, no, no, not you-- Rodman.

How much are they paying this guy, anyway?

Ten million or so. Why?

Ten million?!

I'm in the wrong major.

I think you're in the wrong body.

So, uh, Clare, you wanted to talk

to me about something? I did?

Oh, yeah.

I just wanted to apologize.

For what?

For all my whining, negativity...

I don't know how you've put up with me this long.

I just wanted you to know

I've done something about it.

I volunteered for this upper division

science project.

Oh, great.

Yeah. See this?

It's a transdermal delivery system.

Cool. What's it delivering?

(deep voice): Testosterone.

Testosterone?!

Clare, you know that's a male hormone, right?

Women have mild levels of it, too.

I've just been way

over the top lately, way too emotional.

And I thought-- add a little "male" to the mix,

might balance the scales.

I don't think that's a good... (belches)

Oh, geez! Come on. Let's hit the beach.

We're losing daylight.

We've gotta do some sandbagging.

No, you are showing great improvement,

which is why I reduced the medication.

Now, I want you to call me

if there's any problem at all, all right?

You call.

Excuse me.

Dr. Martin?

David! Hey. How are you doing, sir?

Hi. I wasn't expecting you.

Is Donna all right?

No, no, no, she-she's fine.

I was just, um, I was in the area

and I thought I'd stop by and say hello.

Good. I'm glad you did.

You look really busy. I can come back. No, nonsense.

I've always got a minute for you.

Come on inside. Come on.

Great. Thanks.

Here... (sighs)

Sit right there.

I-I really appreciate you taking the time.

Oh, I just wish I had more.

I'm out a partner today

and I tell you, the patients, they just keep on coming.

So... what can I do for you?

Well...

I could, I could really use some advice.

Advice? Well, matters of the heart

are your specialty, aren't they?

Are you and Donna having problems?

No, no, no.

Uh, actually, things, things have never been better.

Look, to be honest with you,

(stammering): it's you and Mrs. Martin I'm a little concerned about.

Donna asked me just to let it be, but I-I can't.

I-I feel like,

like Mrs. Martin is trying to sever this,

this connection that Donna and I have, and...

I... I would do anything to-to change that.

I understand.

You know, my advice to you would be...

just be yourself.

She'll just grow weary of her outlook,

and things will get...

things will get a lot better, believe me.

Man, that's great to hear.

Dr. Martin, I love your daughter and it's...

I hope, in the future, when it comes time...

Dr. Martin? (gasps)

(groans)

Dr. Martin!

Doc...!

Nurse! Nurse!

Nurse, get in here, please!

There's something wrong with Dr. Martin!

Dr. Martin!

I don't know what happened! He just collapsed!

(keypad beeping)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Yeah, this is Donna Martin.

My father what?

In critical...?

Oh, my God...

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Baker, Neurology.

Excuse me. Hi, I'm Donna Martin.

I'm here to see my father.

Doctor? Oh, Donna, I tried to get ahold of your mother.

She's on a trip.

Dr. Abrams, where's my father?

He's just down the hall.

I want to see him.

You can't. Not now.

We're trying to get him stabilized.

Your father had a major stroke.

A blocked blood vessel on the left side of the brain.

Right now he's just fighting to hang on.

Oh, God.

The next 24 hours will be very critical.

The good news is they brought him in quickly enough

that we were able to administer tPA

It's a clot-reducing agent

which we hope will minimize

any chance of brain damage.

What can I do?

Just say a prayer. Hold a good thought.

I'll check back

with you in a little bit, okay?

Thanks.

Donna?

David!

What're you doing here?

I was with your dad when it happened.

You were?

Yeah, I went into his office.

I don't understand. Why?

We were, we were just talking.

David, I gotta, I gotta call my mom, okay?

WOMAN: Hi, you've reached the Merrick residence.

Please leave your name and number

and the time you called after the beep.

Hi, Mrs. Merrick, my name is Kelly Taylor.

I'm calling from Santa Monica, California.

If you are the former Mrs. Evers

and you have a son named Joey, please call me back immediately.

My cellular number is 310-555-7276.

Thanks.

Hey, what's all this?

Oh, Steve needs help at his dad's new beach house.

There's a major storm coming into town.

Well, tell Steve I would love to shovel sand with him,

but I got prior commitments.

Normal Sins. What's that, Rob's next movie?

Yeah, we'll see. So, did Brandon make a decision

about going to Hong Kong for spring break?

Oh, yeah, he's gonna go.

Well, that'll be fun for you two.

Oh, I'm not going. I'm going to visit my parents.

So, what's he gonna do with the other ticket?

Hey, guys. Bye.

All right, so I got the chainsaw

and the shovels in the trunk.

All we need are a couple of flashlights

and we are good to go.

So, uh, when were you gonna tell me about the extra ticket?

(metallic clatter)

I guess it just slipped your mind.

Who are you taking?

No one.

So why didn't you ask me?

Uh, well, after you, uh, said you wanted to go

to your parents' place, I didn't want to put any pressure on you.

You haven't even told them about me, have you?

They don't even know I exist.

No, um, they know you exist, they just don't know your name.

Good, Brandon.

Hey, what you got there?

Oh, just looking. Who's this?

Hmm? Ah, it's my second, uh, third stepfather-- Frank.

How many stepfathers did you have?

Too many.

But that is Mel, he's the best.

He and my mom had a baby together-- Erin.

Isn't she cute?

Yeah. My mom's gonna have a baby girl, too.

Yeah?

You like your mom, don't you?

Yeah. She was so much fun.

Then my dad died.

I'm sorry, Joey.

You still miss him, huh?

Yeah, he was great.

I still miss my dad

and he isn't so great.

But enough about that.

I'm gonna hit the beach.

Gotta head out to Malibu and help my friend sandbag

his dad's house before this storm hits.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did you want to go? 'Cause I didn't think

you'd want to get all wet and sandy.

Oh, you are gonna get it, you little monster

Hey, Val.

Hey.

Your leading man is here.

Last power table on the right.

Thanks.

Hey. Hey, Val.

Uh, sit down. Thanks.

I'd like you to meet my manager.

Alan Black, this is Valerie Malone.

Hi.

Well, Hi.

Rob's been talking my ear off about you since we got here.

I can see why his head's in such a spin.

Thanks. Um, he's talked about you, too.

Great, great.

Listen, could you give us a couple minutes

so we can finish up some business here?

Sure, no problem.

Oh, no, she can stay.

Did you read the script?

Wait a second.

You gave her the script? Yeah, I wanted

her opinion on it-- You have a problem with that?

No.

So, uh, what'd you think?

Well, um, I had my reservations about it.

I don't think it's for you.

Uh, excuse me. Are you in the film business?

No, I'm not, but I trust my instincts.

Well, I've got instincts, too, babe,

and a major motion picture studio behind this project,

so... So it's still the wrong project.

I mean, this character's supposed to be a cool

and charming antihero, right?

Well, I don't see anything cool or charming about him.

I mean, he's a masochistic pig,

totally abusive to women and totally unredeemable.

Hold on here. Rob,

you said you liked the script, okay?

That's what you told me.

What the hell do I know, man?

I've only read two scripts my whole life.

Look, there's no debate here, okay?

I've got a green light on this

as soon as I close the deal.

Fine. Listen, Rob,

you wanted my opinion, I gave it to you.

I just didn't think you had it in you to play a bastard,

but maybe you're a better actor than you think.

Good luck.

Now, Valerie, wait...

Boy, talk about high maintenance.

What, do I have to manage your love life, too?

Take it easy. It's just a joke, all right?

Come on, Robby,

don't worry, it's gonna be fine; trust me.

Please, I just want to see him.

I know you want to see him,

but I have to forewarn you.

He's not in good shape right now.

He's paralyzed on the right side.

He can't speak.

He may not even know you're there.

I don't care. Please.

Okay. Let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

Well, at least your mom's on her way back.

Yeah.

You know, you can bet

if she was here right now, she'd be in there seeing him.

Yeah, I know, I wouldn't doubt that for a minute.

Look, Donna, I'm sorry.

I mean, I remember a ways back,

when you were telling me

that your dad was pushing too hard and didn't look good and...

David, why were you at the office?

I just, I wanted to talk.

No, I specifically asked you not to stir things up.

Just let things be, but you couldn't do that, could you?

Wait, Donna, I didn't do...

No, you got in his face! You did this to him! What do you mean,

what I did? You always have

to have everything your way, don't you?

Never mind anybody else!

Whoa, Donna, it wasn't like that.

Miss Martin? Yes?

The doctor said you can see him for just a minute.

Yes, thank you very much.

(device beeping)

Daddy...

RADIO DJ: And now taking a quick look at the weather,

well, guys, it looks like that storm out of the Baja

is hitting the coast off San Diego pretty hard right now.

It should be heading north to Santa Monica...

Ahoy there!

Hey, the reinforcements have arrived.

KELLY: Yeah, hopefully, David and Donna are gonna show up.

But I don't know where they are, I left her a note.

Clare, I got your S.O.S. Here's your beer.

Ah, that a girl.

BRANDON: Hey, who's your

little helper?

Oh, this is Joey.

Joey, no. Get down.

What're you doing?

It's cool.

It's just sand down there.

Yeah, but it's deck behind you.

You could fall and crack your head open. Come on.

No, I won't, Kelly.

Joey, get down-- we're here to help, not fool around.

You're not my mother.

No, I'm not.

But you don't need a mother or a stepfather

or a baby sister or even a friend.

You don't need anybody, right?

I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?

Just behave.

Okay.

He's a handful.

STEVE: Look at her.

From princess to longshoreman all in 24 hours.

One patch of testosterone and now she eats like a rhino,

drinks like a fish,

she leaves a mess everywhere.

I bet the sex is great, huh? She's an animal.

Testosterone is some pretty scary stuff.

In the wrong hands, maybe.

How so? Steve,

testosterone is a male hormone.

It's oiled the machinery

that brought about war, famine, pestilence,

not to mention

hostile corporate takeovers.

Great. War, famine, pestilence.

Oh, boy.

Hey, Trace, are you gonna talk to me

at some point here or what?

What's there to talk about?

We obviously just have different priorities.

Look, I haven't seen my parents in a long time.

They're just gonna want to talk to me

about everything that's

been going on. It's gonna be boring.

Well, thank you for your concern,

but I've been fond of my own company long before I met you.

You're making way too much out of this.

Am I?

I couldn't wait to tell my parents about you.

What, do you think I'm trying to hide you from my parents?

What, are you crazy?

All right, look, I can see this is important

to you, so

of course you should come with me to Hong Kong.

I'd love to have you there with me.

You know what, Brandon? I'll make it simple for you.

I don't want to go.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: One message

taken at 7:30 p.m.

(machine clicks and beeps)

(on machine): Hello, Valerie? It's Rob.

Listen, I'm sorry about how it all went with my manager today.

I thought about what you had to say

and I've decided not to do the movie.

I'd like to see you tonight.

Come by, okay?

I don't care how late.

(machine clicks and beeps)

You're going to have to eat sometime.

No, thanks.

I'm not hungry.

Yeah, just like I'm not to blame.

David, please don't start.

You know, maybe you should just go.

No, you know what?

I want you to hear me out.

As much as I regret what happened today,

I didn't give your father his stroke.

But you pressured him.

No, Donna. He needed a break.

He pulled me into his office.

I just wanted to talk to him. Why?

Because.

Because I wanted him to know how I felt about you.

I love you.

I think your mother and father should know

that I want to have a future with you.

Oh, God...

David, I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

I'm just so scared, you know?

I know.

Look, I talked to one of the neurologists.

He told me the tPA

that they gave your dad could take some time

to have any effect.

But if it does,

he could regain his faculties

and then he'll have a really good chance for recovery.

You didn't see him.

I was watching my father's life slip away,

right in front of my eyes.

He was completely helpless.

Donna, come on.

Got to be positive.

We've got a really long night ahead of us.

Hey, why don't you guys wash up?

Food's going to be ready soon.

(no audio)

Whose monster margarita is this?

Clare's. Clare's.

You're kidding, right?

No, but she may be.

Oh, I get it.

The patch. Hm.

Poor Sanders.

Falling victim to those

feminine wiles again.

Hmm, but never you. No.

I guess you've noticed Tracy and I aren't, uh,

exactly on the same page today, huh?

It wouldn't have anything to do with your

trip to Hong Kong, would it? Who told you?

Steve? Who else?

But you must be so excited to see your parents again.

I haven't had a chance to get excited yet.

Tracy's been all over me about this thing.

She's overreacting a little bit,

don't you think?

I think, Brandon,

there are a lot of things about women you don't understand.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hey, you guys, news flash.

There's a big accident on the P.C.H.

Some of the power lines are down.

The roads are closed for the night.

Malibu, a way of life.

Well, it looks like Storm Watch '97

just turned into a sleepover.

All right! Hey, chow's on.

Come and get it.

Here, carry that. (phone rings)

Oh, wait, wait, can you take these?

I've got to get that. Wait, wait.

Got it? Got it.

(ringing continues)

Hello?

MRS. MERRICK: Is this Kelly Taylor?

Yes, this is Kelly Taylor.

Hi, this is Mrs. Merrick. Mrs. Merrick.

Is Joey with you? Yes, he's with me right now.

You have a very resourceful son, Mrs. Merrick.

He found his way to L.A.,

and showed up on my deck over a week ago,

cold and hungry.

I took him in, and then I turned him in to Social Services,

but he ran away from their shelter.

Fortunately, he found his way back to me.

But he is all right?

Physically, yes.

Emotionally, no.

I'll get right to the point, Mrs. Merrick.

Joey told me that you've remarried

and that you're expecting a baby, and that

you don't care about him anymore.

Oh, God, believe me, nothing could be further from the truth.

I love my son.

And so does my husband, I mean...

We've been worried sick about him.

Look, um, we can drive to Albuquerque.

And we can be on the first plane out in the morning.

Okay, good.

Um, first, you should call a Chuck Grant

at Social Services here in L.A.,

and let him know that we're making our own arrangements.

I'm sure he'll want to ask you some questions.

All right.

Um, Miss Taylor?

Please, call me Kelly.

Kelly, thank you so much and God bless you.

You're our savior, you know that?

Well, you have a great kid, Mrs. Merrick.

I look forward to meeting you.

Me, too.

(phone beeps off)

(knocking)

Better late than never, right?

I'm glad you're here. (soft chuckle)

Oh, I like the way you decorate.

I'd like to show you something.

Okay.

It's something I've been working on.

I hope you like it.

For you.

Rob, uh... I don't know what to say.

All right, well, what do you think?

I think, um...

I think I want to stay the night.

If that's okay with you.

Are you sure?

Didn't anybody ever teach you

not to answer a question with a question?

I'm a slow learner.

Good.

(monitor beeping)

Good morning, Daddy.

Daddy, can you hear me?

It's Donna.

Daddy.

It's time to wake up now.

RADIO DJ: Well, that storm out of Baja didn't go north after all.

It's now pushed inland, making tracks for the desert.

So all is calm today on the Santa Monica Bay.

Wake... (radio clicks off)

Morning, babe! (groans)

Clare, what are you doing?

Morning. (groans)

What can I say?

I'm a morning person.

Ooh! Clare, come on, enough already. (moans)

Come on, stop, please? I'm not in the mood.

I didn't even brush my teeth.

Well, I have. Don't worry about it.

Come on, I'll be gentle.

Oh, no, come on, really.

I can't take anymore, honey.

Come on, baby.

I want it and I want it now.

Clare, no, no.

Get off of me!

What? That's, that's it.

Either you quit this hormone trip

or we're done.

I-I, I, I... I can't take it.

Why, you're going to break up with me over a little

testosterone?

A little testosterone?

Ever since you put on that patch,

your behavior is completely...

Obnoxious?

Exactly.

Not to mention rude, insensitive...

Boorish? Neanderthal?

Let's not forget sex-crazed, shall we? What do you mean?

You love sex.

Yeah, I love sex, but what happened to a little romance.

Huh? All of a sudden it's "wham-bam,

thank-you, man." And quite frankly,

it leaves me feeling a little... Used?

Taken for granted?

Yeah, exactly.

I don't know

who you are anymore.

Well, let me give you a clue.

I've been you.

Me?

That's who you've been spending the last 24 hours with.

Uh-huh, what's that supposed to mean?

It's fake.

It's a bandage.

You've been playing a joke on me this whole time?

Yeah. And I'm quitting before it kills me.

It ain't pretty being you, babe.

Clare, am I really that rude?

Am I that insensitive?

All right. I didn't realize.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Do you think maybe we can go for a calm walk on the beach?

Just you and I?

Could we do that?

Yeah, I think so.

Maybe we could look for seashells.

I'd like that.

Ooh. (giggles)

Morning. Morning.

Where's Tracy?

Well, the road opened up early.

She took off.

Sorry. (groans)

You know, Kel, I think you're right.

There's a lot of things about women

that I don't understand.

Well, I could say the same thing about men.

But that's what we're here for.

To live and learn, right?

Yeah, I guess.

I was, uh, keeping an eye

on the little guy for you; he's right out there. Thanks.

Hey. Did you hear the good news? Hey, bud.

What's that? No storm.

Oh, yeah. Can't thank you guys enough

for helping me look good here. No problem.

But the fun's over.

I guess we should go out and start

taking down that big wall of sandbags. Oh, no, no, no, no.

No. I want you to leave those sandbags right where they are.

My old man is flying in today.

I want him to see all the hard work we put in.

(laughs)

You know, when my mom married Mel,

I thought, "Oh, great.

"Here we go again, another jerk.

Another guy trying to pull my mom away from me."

But my stepbrother, David,

showed me that I was being the jerk.

He told me to give his dad a second chance.

So I did.

Now, I have another great person in my life

that I can always count on.

Good for you.

Everybody deserves a second chance, Joey.

That's what Ernie's trying to give your mom.

A second chance at love, a second child...

No, he can never replace your real father.

But I'll bet, if you give him a chance,

Ernie could turn out to be someone

that you can always count on.

Yeah, well, you don't know that for sure.

No, I don't.

Neither do you.

That's why we have to have the courage

to take second chances.

You were brave enough to come to L.A.

The question is,

are you brave enough to go home?

(gasping): Joey!

Hi, sweetie!

(laughing)

Oh, how are you?

Go. Go and say "hi," okay?

You're mad at me, aren't you?

No.

Absolutely not.

Got a minute?

I was in the area.

You were?

Okay.

Look, obviously I underestimated you, Valerie.

You're not a bimbo.

Okay, you're bright and you're beautiful.

You run a successful business here,

and you have the guts to follow your instincts.

What do you want, Alan?

I want to cut a deal.

"A deal"?

Look, we both want what's best for Rob

and ourselves; am I right?

He's not doing the movie.

No, he's not doing that script.

I talked to the studio this morning.

I passed along your notes and your concerns.

They've hired a top writer to do a major rewrite.

Well, when it's done, we'll read it.

No, I think you can do a little bit better than that.

I'd like for you to use your

obvious powers of persuasions

to recommit my client to the project.

No, I think we should wait and read the new script. No.

Good script, bad script-- I need a guarantee.

Well, I don't know if I can do what you're asking.

All right.

Then perhaps I can persuade you.

That's ten grand.

Another ten grand is forthcoming

when Rob signs the studio contract.

Hollywood can be, uh, kind of a tough town

for a naive Indiana boy.

But I say it's lucky for him that he has

two professionals like you and me looking out for him.

I agree.

So, anyway, when Joey's mom showed him

the missing children's posters, all doubts disappeared.

And when his stepdad gave him the boogie board

and told him that they could stay in Malibu a few days

so he could learn how to surf,

he forgot all about me.

Oh, I doubt that, Kel.

I mean, I really doubt it. I'm going to miss him.

Ah, we are going through a little maternal withdrawal,

are we? I guess so, yeah.

Well, I have the solution.

Any time you want to babysit Little Frankie

for Joanie and me, be my guest.

Ha-ha. Thanks, Nat.

(chuckles)

Hi. Hey.

I owe you an apology.

I didn't mean to desert you this morning.

Oh, I think I owe you an apology.

Sit down.

Listen, why don't we just drop this.

We'll go on our breaks and we'll see what happens

when we get back.

Uh, you know, Trace, I've been, uh...

I've been thinking about why I didn't just ask you

to go to Hong Kong with me in the first place.

And what did you come up with?

Taking someone across the ocean

to meet your parents is a big step.

Yeah. It is.

So the question is,

am I ready to take that step?

And the answer is yeah.

I am.

So...

would you like to come with me?

I'd love to.

Donna, wake up.

Donna?

Someone would like to see you.

Daddy?

Hello...

Precious.

Daddy, it's me.

It's Donna.

Who else...

...would my precious be?

It's going to be all right.

We're going to get you all better, okay?