Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 3, Episode 13 - Rebel with a Cause - full transcript

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I can't believe somebody tried to
break into the computer system.

Yeah, I heard a bunch of
the grades got wiped out.

Ooh, I hope mine
weren't. I hope mine were.

So, Donna...

ask me to hang
out with you tonight.

Okay. Hey, Bren, you want
to hang out with me tonight?

Oh, sorry, I can't.
I have a date.

Are you kidding. With who?



Who do you sink?

Oh, I don't believe you.

You've only been
officially single for 48 hours.

Donna, you ever hear
the expression "Just do it"?

Yeah, and have you ever
heard of "Just say no"?

Steve, you keep telling me
everything's taken care of,

but the Battle of the Bands is a week away,
and I still don't have a time slot yet.

Look, the wheels
are in motion, Dave-o.

I've already got a couple
of calls in to these guys.

They don't call me by tonight,
I'll call 'em back tomorrow.

Yeah, that's what
you said last week.

Steve!

Look, don't blow this.

Hey, it's a little premature
for star-tripping, isn't it?



I don't know how I let
you talk me into this.

Just lay low and
play dumb, all right?

This whole thing's gonna
blow over in a couple of days.

Are you crazy? Tampering
with a computer is a felony.

We could get five years for
this. Keep your voice down, okay?

Did you see those
guys with Mrs. Teasley?

They're cops, and they're not
gonna let this just blow over.

Some hacker you
turned out to be.

How was I supposed to know
the system would lock down?

My old man's gonna kill me.

No he's not. No one's
gonna get caught

because no one's
gonna talk, right?

Look, trust me on this one.

I'm your senior buddy, right?

Good morning, West Beverly.

Heard any good
computer jokes lately?

Hey, Dylan! Yeah, man?

Got something for
you. What you got?

Every article
written about that kid

who was accused of cheating
on his SATs last spring.

Wow, where'd you
get all these, man?

Beverly Hills Public Library,
periodical section, aisle two.

Oh, thanks. No sweat.
Look, he beat 'em. So can you.

Yeah, you know, I got to show
these to Mrs. Teasley, man.

She wrote the most
stellar letter on my behalf.

Mrs. T's a good lady. Yeah,
she is, and you know what,

I mean, she understands why I won't
accept their offer to retake this test.

Unlike somebody you and I know.

Are you telling me you and Brenda
broke up over this SAT business?

It's a little more
complicated than that.

Hi, Kel.

Hey. How are you?

Good, fine.

I saw that.

I'm just feeling a little
paranoid this morning.

Don't be, Kel. We don't
have to hide anymore.

I know. I...

I just don't want
anyone to get hurt.

Well, then you'd better
go to the observatory

with me tonight, or
else I will be hurt bad.

Real bad.

Dylan... we have to tell Brenda.

Tell her what? Everything.

I just don't want this
to blow up in our faces.

You know, I don't either,

but sometimes when
you care about someone,

honesty isn't necessarily
the best policy.

I just feel like I need her
permission to go out with you.

The only person you need
permission from is yourself.

Need some help there, chief?

Working in this
thing is so frustrating.

Other than that,
how are you feeling?

Not too bad... considering
two busses passed me

on the way to school,
which I think is illegal;

I couldn't fit through the door

at the corner market
to buy some gum;

and with people staring at you

like you're an alien
from another planet,

don't think I'm not
gonna do a major story

on how the physically challenged
are treated in this country.

It's good to have
you back, Andrea.

Thanks. But first
we've got to do

an investigative
report on that break-in.

Brandon,

it is an award-winning
story if ever I heard one.

Easier said than done.

Mrs. Teasley has, and I quote,
"nothing to say on the matter."

And you let that stop you?

Hi, Bren.

Hi. I brought the radishes.

Was I supposed
to bring something?

Yeah, the sodium chloride
and every other chemical

we need for this lab project.

I've had other things
on my mind, Bren.

And obviously the
grade that you get

in this class isn't one of them.

Do you want another lab partner?

No, it's okay. I'm sorry.

So, have you heard
anything from the SAT people?

No, Bren, I haven't.

You got any more questions
you want to ask me?

Yeah. Do you want
another lab partner?

Boy, it sure is weird

seeing Andrea in a
wheelchair, isn't it?

Don't worry about her. Oh,
what, she's already back in action?

Oh, yeah. I wouldn't be surprised if
she cracks this case before the cops do.

What are you talking about?

West Beverly, break-in,
computer... ring a bell?

Well, she's in there doing
an interrogation right now.

Hmm.

Well, Andrea can be tough,
but, well, she's no Ironside.

Oh, yeah?

So, whodunit?

Look, we'll just
talk later, okay?

Oh, come on, Andrea.
I'm not gonna tell anybody.

Yeah, come on, Andrea.
Steve's like part of the family.

He's a black-sheep cousin twice
removed, but still family. Thanks, cuz.

Well, as long as you keep
everything off the record, okay?

Yeah, sure, sure. Totally.

What'd you find
out? Well, not much.

But at least the grades
have been restored.

Oh, I guess that's it then.

Problem solved. Case closed.

Actually,

the case has been reopened.

The police have
promised Mrs. Teasley

they're gonna keep on this
puppy until they make an arrest.

Kel, ask Brenda to
hang out with you tonight.

What? I have a date
with Rick tonight,

and Donna thinks I'm
becoming a loose woman.

Don't you think
it's a little too soon

for her to be going
out with someone else?

Not necessarily.
Thank you, Kelly.

But what about Dylan?

I mean, you two were
together for two years.

Donna, Dylan and I broke up.

It's not like I should be
in mourning or something.

Yeah, Rick seems
like a really nice guy.

Yeah, he is.

I mean, he's sweet;
he's a college man;

he is gorgeous; and
he's crazy about me.

Not to knock
Dylan, but it's kind of

a relief to be with somebody
who's not brooding all the time.

I mean, you've
known Dylan forever.

You know what he's like.

Yeah, uh, kind of.

Well, trust me, between
his trust fund, his SAT scores

and his sneaking
around behind my back,

I just got tired of
dealing with all of it.

So you honestly won't mind

if Dylan starts
dating other girls?

No, he's free to go out
with whoever he wants.

I got your message.

Well, good. Pull up a chair.

I'll stand.

Okay.

Just reading about Madonna here.

Boy, I sure like
that little gal.

She's sure got spunk.

What? What do you want?

Oh, I forgot, you're
a businessman...

Always in a hurry.

Which is good, 'cause we
need to talk some business.

So start talking.

Haven't you heard?

Someone broke into the
school over the weekend,

tampered with the computer.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

Well, now, that may be.

But I believe it would be of
some interest to the police

to know that a certain
fair-haired senior broke in

about a month ago, tried
to steal the master key

right off my pegboard.

Well, it seems a certain janitor

didn't put up much of a fuss
when a certain Benjamin Franklin

was floated his way.

You got a point there.

But then again, it's
my word against yours.

I got 15 years' seniority.

Now, who do you think
they're gonna believe?

Will that take care of it?

Looks like we're
back in business.

Hello?

Oh, Dottie, no, I told you,
as soon as he gets home I'll...

Oh, guess who just
came through the door?

Who is it? Your secretary.

Hello?

You're kidding.

Oh, we'll get back to him
first thing in the morning.

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah, have a nice night.

What was that all about?

Well, we've been
playing phone tag

with a new client
from New York all day.

Dottie was concerned

that I wouldn't get
to hook up with him.

I thought it must've been
something cataclysmic.

She's called three times
in the last 20 minutes.

It's time to think
car phone, Dad.

What's with her anyway?

She's a temp. She's trying
to make a good impression.

Don't hold that against her.

No, she seemed very
nice over the phone.

She is.

She's the best
secretary I've had

since we moved to California.

I'll get it. Oh, thanks, hon.

Ah, Monsieur Rick, bonjour.

Oh, you did not have to.

Oh, but I did.

And they ain't for you, buddy.

Ah, okay.

Mademoiselle Brenda,
Monsieur Rick is here.

Shut up, Brandon.

I'll be down in a minute.

Rick! Hi, Mrs.
Walsh. How are you?

Hi, this is my husband, Jim.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, sir.

Well, thank you.

So, Brenda tells
us you transferred

to UCLA from Madison.

Yeah, I couldn't take
another Wisconsin winter.

Well, you came
to the right house.

We're refugees from Minnesota.

Yeah, Brenda told me.

What did Brenda tell you?

Hi. Hi, you look great.

Thanks.

Here, for you.

Wow, thank you.

Uh, Mom, could you, please?

Sure, honey.

So, what did Brenda tell you?

Well, Rick was

about to tell us why
he bailed on winter.

Well, actually, I moved here

mostly because
UCLA has a top-notch

business economics department.

I thought you were a writer.

I thought you were French.

You know a good friend of
mine teaches over at UCLA.

Really? Yeah, he's asked me

to speak to his
class on tax shelters.

Wait a minute.

You are the Jim Walsh who wrote

"The Last of the
Dying Tax Shelters"

in Business World magazine?

Word for word.

Well, this really is an honor.

Thank you.

I think you just made his day.

Oh, I think you made his life.

Uh, can we go?

Yeah. It was a
pleasure meeting y'all.

It was a real pleasure
meeting you, too, Rick.

Bye.

Great. We'll see ya.

Bye-bye.

Mm...

They make a great
couple, don't you think?

Welcome to the planetarium.

Our show will
begin in one minute.

I haven't been here

since our field trip
in the seventh grade.

Mm. You sat by Kenny Biller.

I cannot believe
you remember that.

Yeah, are you kidding me?

Kelly, I sat there.

I watched to see if he had
the guts to make a move on you

in front of the whole class.

No way. He was so shy.

You were sitting with
Deena Gornick, right?

Yeah, she was pretty
lively, that Deena.

So I hear.

Shh. Oh, boy.

In the age of discovery,
nothing is off limits

or out of man's reach.

For the first time in the
history of the scientific world,

it truly seems that anything
is humanly possible.

I think the lecturer said
the same exact thing

last time we were here.

You know what? What?

I think you're right.

I think we're in a time warp.

We're trapped in
the seventh grade.

Scott, can you
get me out of here?

Well, I don't know, Captain,
'cause I can't get power to...

Shh! Mrs. Simpkus will hear us.

You're going to
get us in trouble.

So what?

If I can stand to get sent
to the principal's office,

so can you.

Operations are in
place for new launches

into unexplored territories
up until now thought of...

Do you have guts
enough to make a move

in front of the whole class?

According to NASA's plans,
sometime after the beginning...

I was just waiting
for permission.

An American astronaut
will step ashore

onto the next new
world: planet Mars.

You know, I really
love this place.

Yeah, me, too.

I mean, the food's
great; the music's great;

Nat's great.

The best part about
it is this is our place.

Maybe we should
go someplace else.

Did I say something wrong?

Rick, it's just that
this can't be our place.

I mean, my brother works here;
all my friends hang out here.

So, what are you saying?

Are you embarrassed
to be here with me?

No, of course not.

Then what is it?

You're afraid you're gonna
run into your old boyfriend?

Rick...

Hey, I'm not being critical.

It's perfectly understandable.

I mean, you were with
him, and now you're with me,

and it's not easy
to accept the fact

that you're gonna marry
me and have my five children

and spend the rest
of your life loving me.

How many children?

Hi.

Donna, hi. Hi, David.

You remember Rick, don't you?

Mais, oui. Rick, this is David.

Hey, how're ya doin'?

Great. How you doin'?

Great.

Well, uh, I think I'm
gonna go put some money

in the jukebox.

Bye.

Uh, sounds like a good idea.

I have a whole
bunch of quarters.

It was nice meeting you.

Yeah, same here.

Maybe we should
go someplace else.

Yeah.

The city is so beautiful when
the Santa Anas are blowing.

You know when the best
time is to come up here?

Sunset.

Nah.

It's when you're so pissed off

that you can't
even see straight.

I mean, you look
up at these stars

and down at that city,

and you just realize that
you were never meant

to be the center
of the universe.

And it makes
all the other stuff,

all the, the hassles every
day with the SAT people

and all that... it makes it
seem so... insignificant.

You know what really stinks?

No, Kel, what really stinks?

You screw up a few times

and everybody thinks
that's who you are,

all you'll ever be,

even when you try
to do the right thing.

I guess it just makes you
wonder if it's worth it, you know?

It's all worth it.

If it wasn't, we wouldn't
be here right now.

Dylan...

I think we should take it slow.

Kelly...

we have known each
other all our lives.

We can't take it any slower.

Yes, we can.

I'm starving.

I'm starving, too.

Come on.

Hello, my darling.

Hey, Nat.

Welcome back!

Thank you.

Come. Come, come, come.

And in honor of your
return to the Peach Pit,

tonight, everything's
on the house.

Oh, I should get
run over more often.

Brandon said it
was a hit-and-run.

Yeah, so if you happen to see

a silver, nondescript,
muscle car with a bent grill,

make sure to call the cops.

Absolutely.

Something might turn up.

You never know.

Andrea, you know, if you
want to get some leads,

you should offer a reward.

Oh, right.

I should just dig deep
in my change purse.

I'll put up the cash.

Thanks, Steve.

That's very generous, but I...

Maybe it would work.

I mean the school is going
to do it for the break-in.

You're kidding?

$250,

no questions asked.

That's a terrible idea!

You just suggested
it for the hit-and-run.

Yeah, but this is
completely different.

Why?

Well, you know how kids are.

They'll make up any story to
get their hands on some dough.

You're probably right.

The detective in charge
of the investigation told me

in confidence that he thinks
the trail's getting real cold.

Really? That's too bad.

Yeah, but you know,
he strikes me as such a...

incredibly negative kind of guy.

I mean, they already know
that it wasn't a forced entry.

Come again?

It wasn't a break-in.

Whoever was going and
tampering with those computers

was either hiding in the school
or somehow got a set of keys.

What's the name of
your freshman buddy?

Herbert. Why?

'Cause he just came in.

Steve, I really
need to talk to you.

Listen, I know how
you're feeling, Herbert.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

But it's very important.

Let's discuss it later.
Come on. Trust me.

He's having girl problems.

He wants one.

That's the problem.

Hello.

Uh, yeah, yeah,
yeah, he's right here.

Hold on a second.

Dottie for Mr. Walsh.

Again?

Hello. Oh!

You finished typing
the whole report?

You are incredible.

I may have to go
back to the office

to sign some legal documents.

Oh, Jim, it's 9:30.

I know, but she's
worked overtime

just so the papers could
go out as soon as possible.

Oh, I mean couldn't
she just drop them by?

Dottie, would it be
too much trouble

to swing by my house
on your way home?

Thank you.

Okay, I'll see you then.

She is definitely the
best secretary I ever had.

Well, she sounds
incredibly conscientious.

No, she sounds like
she doesn't have a life.

Are you sure you
don't want a bite of this?

I better not.

You don't know
what you're missing.

Do you know how many calories

are on that fork?

About a billion.

Mm, mm...

Is it yummy?

Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Maybe I'll have just a
little teensy-weensy bite.

Okay.

Mm... So?

So can I have another bite?

Mm-hmm.

You can have it all.

Next time dinner's on me.

Thinking about
next time already?

Don't you want there
to be a next time?

Well, I'm still thinking
about this time.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

And what are you
thinking about, Mr. McKay?

Well, I'm thinking about
how beautiful you are.

And I'm thinking about

I wish all these
people weren't here.

Why? What would you do?

I'd do this.

And I'd do this.

And maybe even this.

Spend the night with me, Kelly.

Let's get outta here.

Oh, my God.

Brenda.

I can't believe this.

I can't believe you
would do this to me.

You said Dylan could go
out with whoever he wanted.

And you said you were
my best friend. What a joke.

Hey, give it rest,
Bren, all right?

You know if you're trying
to make me jealous, Dylan,

it won't work.

Hey, you're the one who
broke up with me, all right.

Don't you ever forget it.

So how long

has this been going
on with you two?

Since about 6:30.

You know, Kelly, if you're
trying to lose your bimbo image,

I honestly don't
think this will help.

Look, Brenda...

Listen, I gotta say
something here.

Obviously, there's a lot of
history between all of you,

but hurting each other is not
going to accomplish a thing.

By the way, I'm Rick. I'm Dylan.

Bren tells me you're a
hell of a tour guide, Rick.

Can we go, please? Wait.

Why don't we all just sit down

and try and talk this thing out.

I mean, I know it's going to
be a little bit uncomfortable,

but you guys have known
each other for too long

to just blow it off like this.

I am not a bimbo, okay?

Whatever you say, Kelly.

But I was always taught

that if it looks like a duck
and it walks like a duck...

Go to hell.

Hi.

May I help you?

Dottie!

Hi.

Come on in.

Dottie, this is my wife, Cindy.

Oh, I know it's Cindy.
We go way back.

We're old phone pals.

It's nice to finally put the
face and the voice together.

Yes.

Hey, guys, I didn't
know we had... company.

Oh, Dottie, this is
my son, Brandon.

Brandon, Dottie.
Dottie, Brandon.

Hi. I've heard all about you.

Obviously, my father
left out the good parts.

Brandon.

Anyone ever tell you

you look a little bit
like Cindy Crawford?

I think it's the ears.

If only we could bring
him out of his shell.

Flattery will get
you everywhere.

Okay, here are the documents.

Don't forget you
have a 9:30 haircut

appointment tomorrow,

and, oh, I made
reservations at the Bistro

for your lunch with Brancato.

What would I do without you?

Well, even though
I'm still just a temp,

to finally be working
with someone

who I respect and admire,

who appreciates
everything that I have to offer,

it's like a dream come true.

That's very nice of you to say.

See you tomorrow.

It's nice meeting you.

The pleasure was mine.

Bye. Thank you.

Isn't she incredible?

Yes.

That's one word for it.

Dad.

Did I miss something?

Honey, what's the matter?

Oh, it's so obvious.

What is?

I mean, why she's such
an incredible secretary.

Oh, sweetie,

she has the hots for you.

Cindy...

Really, Mom, think about
what you're saying here.

You're saying
that a babe like that

has got the hots for Dad?

Yeah. I mean, what,
she, she's like in her 20s.

There's no way. You
made your point, Brandon.

But what I would like to
know is what is your point?

Why did you change your
clothes before she came?

Dottie and I have a
professional relationship

and I didn't think it
would be appropriate

to answer the door
in my bathrobe.

Or without aftershave?

You know what you sound like?

A very perceptive woman?

No, a jealous wife.

Oh, please!

Which I don't get.

I mean, what bothers you more:

that she respects me,
or she admires me?

Well, actually, it's
what she "has to offer"

that I'm most concerned with.

Mom, really, a girl
like that is not gonna...

Brandon, I'll take
care of it, please.

Honey, let me reassure you.

When I go into the office,

my mind is 110% on my work.

And with the exception
of you and the kids

and how the Vikings
are doing this season,

nothing else ever
enters my mind.

You sure you don't
want me to come in?

Uh, not tonight.

I'm really sorry
all this happened.

Those were two of the
closest people in my entire life.

People that I've shared intimate

secrets with,
people that I trusted.

It's just that I
feel so betrayed.

Listen to me, Brenda.

It's about moving on.

It's about forgetting
about the past

and looking to the future,

about knowing that
certain relationships

are important at
certain times in your life,

but then you start moving
in different directions

and they just don't
work anymore.

You sound like my father.

Well, your father's a smart man.

So, you told Dylan about us?

Yeah, sort of.

I am gonna make
you forget him, Brenda.

Kelly, I didn't force
you to do anything.

No, you didn't, but you
were very persuasive.

You were the one who said
that honesty isn't the best policy.

No, what I said was
honesty isn't necessarily

the best policy
when you're trying

to keep from hurting someone.

Then why do I feel so horrible?

I mean, some of
the things she said...

Yeah, well, you know,
Bren is not really known

for beating around the bush.

I just...

I wish this whole
night never happened.

Hey, come on. Don't say that.

I'm glad tonight happened.

Well, maybe not that last part.

But I'm glad to
be here with you.

I just can't stop thinking
about what you said

at the restaurant.

How you made a big
point about reminding her

that she broke up with you
and not the other way around.

All I meant was I don't need
her approval to go out with you.

I just feel like maybe I'm
here because she's not.

You know that's not true.

No, I don't.

Maybe you're with
me on the rebound.

What about this summer, huh?

What about up at Paradise Cove,

the first time I
ever kissed you?

Was that on the rebound?

I don't know, okay?

What can I do to convince you?

I don't think you can.

At least not tonight.

Okay, this should work if
you start it on page three

right next to the
Peach Pit ad, okay?

Uh, Brandon.

Hey, Andrea. You want
to check out this copy?

Sure. Look, can I just talk
to you for a minute alone?

Yeah, excuse me. Thanks.

What's up, Chief?

You know, this
computer thing. Yeah.

It may be bigger
than either one of us

could have ever imagined.

That's not what the police say.

They seem to think the
reason it was such a botched job

is because it was done
by some novice hacker...

Brandon, can you
let me finish, please?

All right?

Have you ever heard of something
called the, uh, the legacy key?

Yeah, I think so, why?

Jay called me this morning
from Northwestern to check in,

and he told me that when
he was editor of the Blaze,

he had heard rumors
about a master key

that unlocked every
door in the school.

He's pretty positive that kids
have been using it for years

to steal tests and
change their grades.

Brandon, if this is true,

we could be looking
at a conspiracy

along the lines of the
Billionaire Boys Club.

Steve, Steve. I
need to talk to you.

Sure, buddy, but make it quick.

Coach Chapman
threatened to kill me

if I'm late for gym again.

You took the legacy
key, didn't you?

Bring me up to speed
here. I got things to do.

Steve, Andrea
knows all about it.

She knows it's been handed
down from year to year to year.

Now all she has to do is
figure out who's desperate

enough to try to break
into the computers

to change their grades.

So what did you tell her?

I didn't tell her anything,
man, but she's very thorough.

You haven't discovered that

since you been
playing nursemaid?

Hey, I don't have
to listen to this crap.

You tell me what it
looks like, Sanders.

You offer me in on the legacy,

you bomb out on your
SAT, and your grades suck.

All right, so my GPA
isn't the greatest.

And I probably
won't get into SC.

But there is a line there,
Brandon, and I didn't cross it.

Fine, then you won't
mind handing over the guy

who offered you the key.

You know, you and
Andrea are so smart,

why don't you
guys figure it out?

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Dylan.

Come on in.

I'm afraid I have some bad news

about your SAT score.

The board's denied your appeal.

What?

Denied?

How in the hell can
they do that to me?

I'm just as
surprised as you are.

Hey, I was there.

I took the damn test.

I know you did, but the proctor
doesn't remember anyone

coming in late,
and since there was

no prior record
of your signature,

they didn't feel there
was enough evidence

to support your case.

They did say they'll let
you take the test again.

Yeah, that's real big
of them, Mrs. Teasley.

Dylan, your only other option
is to battle this out in court.

Now it's been done.

But it's a lengthy process,
and there are no guarantees.

So then it's official:
I'm a cheater.

I'm sorry.

Good word, that
"sorry," Mrs. Teasley.

Because that describes
this whole situation.

This thing is sorry.

Dylan.

Brenda, I need to talk to you.

Oh, suddenly you need my
permission to do something?

Look, I wanted to tell you.

Then why didn't you, Kel?

Dylan thought that it would
only hurt you if we told you

and neither of us
wanted to do that.

So you snuck around
behind my back

out of concern for my feelings?

That's pretty pathetic, Kelly.

You were the one
who said you were tired

of going out with someone
who was brooding all the time.

You don't even know

what went on last night.

I think I know you and
Dylan well enough to know

that you did not go
back to his house

to study Spanish.

What's going on with you guys?

You know, now
that I've met Rick,

I can understand why
you dumped Dylan.

Rick's a stud.

A big, sweet, boring stud.

Kelly.

At least I wasn't second choice.

Neither was I.

What do you mean by that?

Would you two stop it!

Dylan!

Dylan, where are you going?

Anywhere but here.

Hello.

Okay.

I'll tell her. Thanks.

Uh, Dad's gonna be
running a little late.

Oh, what'd he say?

That wasn't Dad.
That was his secretary.

Ah...

Maybe we should
invite her for dinner too.

Let's see, I faxed
a copy to Morrison.

You have a 9:30 with
Leibrandt tomorrow morning,

and if you'd just
sign my time card,

that should take
care of everything.

Thank you for putting in
so much overtime, Dottie.

I really appreciate it.

I know I sound like
a broken record,

but this is the best job
I've had in a long time.

I think we're a great team.

Well, in that case, I don't
mean to sound pushy,

but I think you're gonna get a
call from the employment agency

to see if you want
to hire me full time.

Actually, I've been thinking
about it for quite some time.

That's what I was
hoping you'd say.

'Cause I can't get
you out of my mind.

And if you make me
your personal secretary,

I'll make your life
very happy, Mr. Walsh.

Mr. Walsh?

Mr. Walsh? There's
no time pressure on this.

If you're not ready, I'll
tell the agency to back off.

No. No.

Not at all.

No, I'll sleep with you...

I'll sleep on it
tonight and, uh...

give you my decision tomorrow.

Great. See you tomorrow.

See ya.

Hi, honey.

I'm walking out the door.

That was a pretty brutal
scene in the hallway today.

I can't seem to win.

I mean, I kept Dylan at
arm's length all summer

because of my close
friendship with Brenda.

Then she breaks up with the guy
and assures me she's over him.

So, after a lot
of soul-searching

I figure I'm free and
clear to go for it, you know,

but somehow I end
up being the bitch.

Well, I don't think that's how
Dylan feels about you at all.

Talk to you later.

Hey, this is Dylan.
You know the drill.

Dylan, it's Kelly.

Look, I don't know
what's going on with you.

I don't even know
what's going on with me.

But let's talk about it, okay?

Call me... anytime.

I'll be here.

Yeah, with the new tax laws

I don't think there's any real
great advantage to capital gains.

Well, just like tax-shelters,

they're not the
attraction they used to be.

But then again, what is?

Oh, I'm sorry, Brenda. I
don't mean to ignore you.

It's just so rare that
I get the opportunity

to talk to a top
professional like your dad.

You know, Rick, if you
want to drop by the office

to see how things run, I
could give you the grand tour.

That would be terrific.

How scintillating.

All right, I promise,
no more shop talk.

Good idea.

Sorry, honey.

Coffee, tea...
or peanut brittle?

No, thanks.

I'm stuffed, Mrs. Walsh.

You're a great cook.

Well, thank you, Rick.

So, what business

is your family in, Rick?

Well, my father's
an electrical engineer

for the Hatami Corporation.

My keyboard's a Hatami.

My dad was one of
the original designers.

In fact, I have one

in my room back in my dorm.

Really?

You're late.

Oh, yeah? Just be
glad I showed up at all.

A little hostility, huh?

Let's just say blackmail
doesn't bring out

my best qualities,
all right, Hutch?

Now son, I don't think you're
looking at this the right way at all.

Why don't you spare
me your interpretation.

It's that kind of attitude got you
into this trouble in the first place.

You gotta learn to work
from your strengths, boy.

Yours is your wallet.

Bloodsucker.

Well, that's real
generous... Yeah.

But I don't think a hundred
bucks is gonna cut it anymore.

I'm sorry.

I had no idea we were gonna sing

all of Jerry Lee's
greatest hits.

Yeah, I think it was
male bonding at its worse.

Well, maybe I can
make it up to you

with a little
male-female bonding.

Are you mad at me?

No.

Rick, listen...

you're a really nice guy.

Uh-oh.

No, look...

I don't mean you're a nice guy.

I mean... you are
a really nice guy.

This just isn't gonna work out.

Why not?

I just don't think we
have anything in common.

What happened to fate,

destiny, kismet?

Look, I got wrapped up
in the romance of it all.

The truth is...

I'm not ready to get involved
in another relationship,

at least not the
kind that you want.

Have I been pressuring you

into doing anything
you're not ready for?

Rick, I'm not talking about sex.

I'm talking about
everything else.

I mean, you practically have us
walking down the aisle together.

Brenda, I never believed
in love at first sight

until I first saw you sitting
on that park bench in Paris.

And then when I ran
into you at the video store,

it hit me like a ton of bricks.

You're the one.

Maybe if it were another time.

Just answer me one question.

No, it has nothing to
do with Dylan McKay.

Are you sure about that?

Your father's gonna be crushed.

I'll break it to him gently.

Don't lose my number.

'Cause I will definitely
not lose yours.

Yo, bro, I saved a
seat up here for you,

but then there was
this fine young thing

I just had to service.
You know how it is.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, you show those newspaper
clippings to Mrs. Teasley?

No, not yet.

What are you waiting for?

It's a done deal.

The SAT people
decided I cheated.

There's nothing I can
do to change their minds.

That sucks, man.

I'm real sorry.

Anyway, Brandon, look,
you were the only one

who stuck by me
through all of this,

so I just wanted to come
down and, and say thanks.

Hey, no big thang.
I'll see ya tomorrow.

No, you won't.

I, uh, I'm gonna
take off for a while.

For like how long?

Couldn't tell ya.

Are you talking about
dropping out of school?

No, I'm talking about I...

I just need some
space, you know.

I need to get away from
everything and everyone.

Are you sure it's
such a good idea?

I mean, you don't want to fall

into any kind of
self-destructive thing.

That's why I gotta go.

When are you leaving?

This is my last stop.

Good luck, brother.

Thanks, man.

I'll see ya.

Okay.

Hey, this is Dylan.
You know the drill.