Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 3, Episode 15 - The Kindness of Strangers - full transcript

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I'm afraid it's just
getting worse out there.

In here, too.

This is the second
time I've emptied this pot

since we got up this morning.

Honey, we got to do something.

There's nothing much we
can do until it stops raining.

And after weather like this,

every roofer in town is going
to be backed up for weeks.



Well, I just hope it
doesn't get any worse.

We'll be having Thanksgiving
dinner in our raincoats.

Well, I'll bet your
grandma puts out

a hell of a Thanksgiving
spread, doesn't she?

Yeah, right. Try boiled chicken.

Besides, she went to see
her sister in Miami Beach.

So what are you
going to do for dinner?

Well, I'm supposed
to go with my parents

to their friends, the Russells,
for a vegetarian Thanksgiving.

Every year they make
this tofu and carrot soufflé

in the shape of a turkey.

It's disgusting.

But very politically correct.

Very.



Meanwhile, I bet your
family is having a big, juicy

sage-rubbed turkey with that
cornbread sausage stuffing

that we had at your house
for Christmas last year, right?

Fresh cranberry
sauce, oven-baked rolls,

and pumpkin pie

with real fresh whipped cream.

You forgot Cindy's world-famous
bourbon sweet potatoes.

It sounds great.

Stop drooling, Andrea.

We eat at 6:00. We
watch football all day.

Come over when you want.

Are you sure it's
okay with your folks?

Andrea, would it be a holiday

without a couple of
strays at our house, huh?

Right. Come on.

I was listening to the
ski report in the car.

They're expecting two feet
of fresh powder in Big Bear

by tomorrow morning.

Have fun.

I can't believe
you're not going.

Don't you love to ski?

Yes, but I also love the
idea of being home alone.

Mel and Jackie are going away
with the baby to Palm Springs

and I actually get
the house to myself.

God, Thanksgiving alone.

That's, like, un-American
or something.

Who's spending
Thanksgiving alone?

Kelly is.

No, you're not. You're
coming to my house.

No, actually, Bren,
I'm looking forward

to spending some
quality time by myself.

Oh, no, I need
somebody to talk to

during all those football games.

Please? Well, okay.

But just because you begged.

I don't mean to start anything,

but do you know where
Dylan's spending Thanksgiving?

No, I don't, and I
really don't care.

Ditto.

Why don't I believe you guys?

How many more of
these things I gotta sign?

Oh, just one.

You are 18, correct? Yep.

And this is a working

phone number? Yeah.

You don't have

call forwarding on your
line, do you? No, why?

Well, I'm going to
have to be calling there

once in the morning and
once at bedtime to make sure

your father's there...
With call forwarding,

he could be anywhere
and we'd never know it.

We don't have to, like, stay
in the house the whole time,

do we? No.

But if you go anywhere,

like a movie or, uh, dinner,

we'll need receipts.

You're gonna have to
be with him at all times.

Okay.

This is a responsibility, Dylan.

You sure you're up to it?

It's not like I have
a lot of choices.

If you don't want to do this,

just speak up now,
because your father

is very eager to
make this visit.

You should hear
him talk about you.

Yeah, I'll bet.

You know, the primary reason

we permit holiday
furloughs like this

is to help our population

maintain some sort of
normalcy, particularly in

their family relationships.

This relationship wasn't
that normal to begin with.

Give him a chance.

A year or so behind
bars can change a man.

Dylan...

Hey, Jack.

Thanks for doing this, kid.

It means a lot to me.

Ah, I didn't have
any other plans.

Good luck, Jack.

I'll be calling you tonight.

Frank, happy
Thanksgiving. You, too.

Let's get the hell
out of here. Come on.

Take care. Okay.

Boy, am I glad you're here.

Why? Can't be many customers

on a miserable day like this.

No, not many. Just
one in particular.

Who? Sanders.

He's been here all morning.

You gotta talk to him, Brandon.

He's a nervous
wreck. You got it.

Trying to drown your sorrows
in lactose there, Stevie?

I thought a couple milkshakes
might settle my stomach.

It's only making matters worse.

You haven't told
your mom yet, huh?

No. My mom's out of town.

I don't think I should tell
her I got kicked out of school

while she's on the phone.

Well, seems to me, no
matter how you slice it,

it's gonna be tough.

I think you better just get a
hold of yourself and lay it out.

How does this sound?

"Mom, there's no
easy way to say this,

"so I'll just come
right out with it.

I got kicked out of
school. It's no big deal."

Well, that might work... if
she's in a sympathetic mood.

Brandon, will you
come over tonight?

Steve, I really think

this is something you
should do on your own.

I was afraid you
were gonna say that.

Steve, darling.

Mom.

Oh, how are you, gorgeous?

I missed you.

How was your trip?

Oh, the usual.

You know those small
town ad agencies.

I spend an hour
recording their commercial

and the rest of the time

schmoozing the clients.

So, you all packed?

For what?

Steve, I told you weeks ago.

We're going to Santa Barbara
to do Escape of the Stars.

The television show?

Oh, no... You
forgot, didn't you?

That's okay.

Just throw some things
in a bag and hurry.

The limo will be
here in one hour.

Mom... do I have to do this?

Yes.

The producers insisted
that it be a family affair.

Now, be a trooper, huh?

Besides, you'll have fun.

They tell me it is the
ultimate fantasy getaway.

Honey, do you feel okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

This isn't exactly how I thought

I'd spend my
Thanksgiving, that's all.

Don't worry.

We're going to
have a fabulous time.

Nice house.

Yeah, thanks.

Make yourself at home.

Where's the ice?

Coming up.

You don't know how good

the thought of a
drink feels right now.

Yes, I do.

You know, I've always loved
these Craftsman bungalows.

In fact, I rented
one almost like this

when I first came to California.

Didn't have any
money then either.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Here's to freedom.

It's okay, I mean, if I, uh, if
I drink around here, right?

Oh, yeah. Knock it
back. Enjoy yourself.

Well, in that case,
where's the phone at?

I thought your parole officer

was supposed to call you.

Oh, he is, he is.

He's gonna call
me around bedtime

and make sure I'm tucked in.

Well, I'm calling someone
who I'm gonna be tucked in with.

A drink's not the only
thing I got in mind right now.

Jack, you never change.

Dylan, come on. I've
got 48 hours of freedom,

I'm gonna make damn sure
I enjoy every minute of it.

You'd do the same thing.

Or did AA tell you to
give up women, too?

You think that's funny?

Well, yes, I do.

Come on, Dylan. I'm
only kidding around.

I'm only gonna say
this one time, Jack.

The only reason
I agreed to do this

was because of you, all right?

Your parole officer
thought it'd be good

to give you a chance to
re-bond with your family.

If you want to re-bond
with some bimbo,

do it somewhere else.

Christine is not a bimbo. Fine.

So you call her, then you
call the Beverly Hills Hotel,

'cause that's where you're
gonna be staying tonight.

Look, Dylan, could we just be

a little rational about
this thing? Yes, we can.

Call your parole officer and let
him know where he can reach you.

Where's it gonna be?

What the hell is your problem?

I don't got a problem. You do.

You're acting like a child.

You think so? Yes, I do.

Okay, let's call it making
up for lost time, Dad.

Hey, hey... what are you doing?

Singing in the rain.
What does it look like?

Hey!

Why don't you buy
yourself some food?

Thanks.

Hey!

Yo-ho!

What are you
trying to do, kill me?

You're Canner, aren't
you? Jack Canner?

Who the hell are you?
I'm Brandon Walsh.

I met you at the
beach this summer.

I don't remember that.

Remember? I'm sure you remember.

The Beverly Hills Beach Club.

I got you a job interview,
but you never showed up.

Or don't you
remember that, either?

I just can't seem to
get rid of you, can I?

No, I guess not.

Look, uh, I know
I look like hell...

Yeah, that's what you
said the first time I met you.

Yeah. Well, sorry I
can't be more original.

You know, the forecast says

this isn't supposed to
let up for a few days.

You can't stay out here, man.

Why not?

Hey, Canner!

Canner!

What?!

I work here, man.

At least let me feed you, huh?

Hey, Nat?

What'd you forget, pal?

Uh...

What's wrong?

Nothing. This is Jack Canner.

Is the coffee

still on? I could put up a pot.

Uh, Jack's a vet.

He's a Marine.

Go sit down, pal.

Yo, come here.

What gives here?

I know this guy, Nat.

I tried to get him a job this
summer at the Beach Club.

Found him out back

going through the Dumpster.

You sure you know
what you're doing?

No.

How's the food?

Oh, hey, this is great, really.

Thanks a lot, man.

You know, it's,

it's a lot easier
to deal with things

when you've got
something in your stomach.

It's harder to get a
handout out in the rain.

People don't like to
get their arms wet.

So, um, you work here, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've been here
about two years now.

You know, part-time, weekends.

Yeah, well, that's good.

It's a job, you know.

♪ You're invited if
you want to come... ♪

Listen, uh, I know about
this church around the corner.

They have a shelter there.

I could give you a ride
over there if you want.

I don't go to the shelters, man.

Well, why not?

Well, I figure if I can
keep going on my own,

you know, that means something,

but, uh... I go to
one of those places

and I become one of
the hopeless, you know.

♪ Everybody's dancin'... ♪

Don't you think you're
going to get sick?

You know, all summer long

I could kind of hang
out on the beach,

camp out out there, and
pretend it was an adventure,

but, uh...

yeah, the winter's tough.

♪ The party's in full swing... ♪

You know, Jack...

getting a roof over your head
during a torrential downpour

doesn't mean you've given up.

In fact, some people may say

it's a step in the
right direction.

Well, this isn't so bad.

It's warm anyway. Looks clean.

Yeah, it's a hell
of a lot better

than spending all
night in the rain.

All right, here are
your registration forms.

House rules: no drinking,
no smoking, no loud music.

Just step to the side
and fill in the forms.

Next.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Well, let's see
what we got here.

Name of hopeless person,

Social Security number
of hopeless person...

and signature of
hopeless person.

I can't do it, man.

I just, I can't do it.

Well, Mom, I guess even
the houses in Beverly Hills

spring a leak now and then, huh?

Yeah, well, it snowed
in Minneapolis,

but it never made the roof leak.

Hey, it smells good in here.

Yeah, Mom's been cooking

for hours.

Honey, come in
and close the door.

We got enough
water in here as it is.

Well, I, I kind of
brought somebody home.

Fine.

Bring him in and close the door.

Hey, Jack.

Jack, come on in here.

Come on.

Uh... Mom, Dad, Brenda,
this is Jack Canner.

Jack, this is my family.

How do you do?

Hello?

I'm Samantha Sanders.

This is my son Steve.

Hi.

Well, it would be nice

if there was someone
here to meet us

or, failing that, someone
who knows what they're doing.

This is going to be fun.

Alyssa!

The talent is here!

Oh, God, already?

I-I'll be right down.

I'm having fun.

Steve,

behave yourself.

Absolutely.

Hi, I'm Alyssa Garner.

I'm the production assistant.

Mrs. Sanders, I would
recognize you anywhere.

Thank you.

This is my son Steve.

Hi. Oh, you're Steve?

I was expecting a little kid.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Well, no, I'm not disappointed,

but I guess I'll have to
cancel the toy delivery.

Depends on the toys.

Uh, listen,

if you don't mind, I'd like to
go to my room and unpack.

Oh, of course.

It's right at the
top of the stairs,

second door to your left.

That's it?

There's no one to
help with the bags?

Oh, no, uh, the staff
won't be here till tomorrow

and they're all
just actors anyway.

But I was led to believe

that these were luxury
accommodations.

Uh... who may I speak to?

Is your boss here?

No, nobody's here but me
and the crew, Mrs. Sanders.

Didn't anybody
explain this to you?

No.

No one explained.

My agent just told me that
this was a luxury getaway.

Oh, come on, Mom.

It's not going to be that bad.

I'll help you with your bags.

Whoever Brenda and Brandon
had for a Sunday school teacher

must have been pretty damn good.

You ever seen such
a literal interpretation

of the golden rule?

Oh, Jim, most parents
would give their eyeteeth

to be complaining
about kids like ours.

I'm not complaining.

I just don't think this
is such a good idea.

I mean, we don't know
anything about that man.

Well, fine.

If that's the way you
feel, then ask him to leave.

No. No, n-no, no.

I am not going to be
cast as the bad guy in this.

Honey, please.

I mean, Brandon said he's
lost his home and his family.

We can put a cot
up in the garage.

It's only for one night.

Uh, your daughter gave me

some of your clothes, sir.

I hope it's okay.

No... no... it's
quite all right.

You know, it really feels good

to get into something
clean and dry.

I almost feel like
a human again.

Are you hungry? Oh, thanks,

but no.

Brandon and Nat
took care of that.

Listen, guys, I
hope it's all right.

I told Jack he could
sleep in the garage.

No.

I-It's not all right.

Jim.

I'm sure Mr. Canner would
be much more comfortable

on the living room sofa.

Uh, I-I couldn't do that.

Well, nonsense.

Oh, you can't go back out there.

Look, you'll stay here

and you'll have
Thanksgiving dinner with us.

Thank you.

Now I know where your
son got his good heart from.

Oh.

Good morning.

There's some coffee in
the kitchen if you want it.

Don't do me any favors.

Fine.

You get a newspaper here?

Check the porch.

You know, Dylan...

I might as well have
stayed in Lompoc.

Just say the word,
we'll get the car.

What the hell did I do to
make you so damn angry?

You make it out
like I'm a pervert

'cause I want to
see an old friend.

Hey, look, if it's
that big a deal,

the phone is right there.

What do I care anyway?

Donna, David, what
are you two doing here?

The snow was up to here.

The roads are closed.

My parents are
already up in Big Bear,

and we have nowhere else to go.

Got any turkey left?

Mom, set two more!

In, in, in, in.

Hi, Mr. Walsh.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I, uh, I hope
we're not intruding.

The more the merrier.

How you doing? How you doing?

Uh, how do you do?

I'm David Silver. Hey.

Oh, hey, this is Jack Canner.

We met at the Beach
Club this summer.

Hi, I'm Donna.

Okay, let's go, Dallas.

Come on, baby.

Here's Aikman.

He's rolling out to his right.

And he gets it away.

Does he?

What?

Now they go without
a huddle from the 45.

It's Emmett Smith up the middle,

but a good defensive
effort stops him

with about a three-yard gain.

You know, that guy
looks really familiar.

I think he's a
patient of my father's.

I doubt that, Donna.

He's homeless.

What?

Yeah, Brandon dragged
him in off the street.

Dallas with no time-outs left.

You're kidding.

Would I kid about
something like that?

He's gone. He's
off to the races.

He's off to the races!

He... could...

go... all... the...

What happened?

The cable went out.

Man, this always
happens when it rains.

Great. That's just great.

Calm down.

It'll be back on in a minute.

That's easy for you to say.

I got a lot of money
on this game.

A lot?

Just how much is a lot?

Did I say "a lot"?

I-I meant a little,
Dad, just-just a little.

I like atlases, too.

I love to fantasize about
the places I might visit.

Actually, I'm just kind of
looking at where I've been.

You know, you're
the camp counselor

from the beach, right?

The one with the
kites and the deaf kid.

That's right.

Oh, yeah.

You were pretty scared
of me the first time we met.

A little.

You've been, um, out there

living on the streets this
whole time, haven't you?

Um, yeah, I have.

So show me where you were.

What do you mean?

In the Gulf... Where
you were stationed.

Oh, well.

Hey, Jack, why don't
you bring that over here?

We'd all like to take a look.

Come on. Come on.

Sure you want to see this?

Yeah.

Well...

Let's see, well, the
Marines started out

about right here

at Al Jubayl.

That's just north of Dhahran

where you saw the
TV guys hanging out.

And then from there, we
moved, uh, into Kuwait.

As a matter of fact, it was
this time last year that I

was having Thanksgiving
dinner with President Bush.

Now we're both out of work.

Wait a minute... wasn't
that, um, two years ago?

Oh, yeah, I guess you're right.

Must have lost a year somewhere.

Well, at least you were there.

That's something to be proud of.

Yeah, I was there.

How about you,
Mr. Walsh, you ever serve?

Uh, the only thing I
ever serve is drinks.

Think your mother could
use some help right now.

So, how's it going in here?

Oh, everything's all
brown and bubbly.

How are the troops holding out?

Great.

Our homeless guest
is playing war hero.

Ah, Jim.

So he was a Marine.

So big deal.

Look, honey, no matter
what you might think,

he did sacrifice a lot.

I mean, he lost his
home and his family.

Well, whose fault is that?

Brandon said he
tried to get him a job,

the guy never even showed up.

Jim, just relax

and let him enjoy Thanksgiving.

You, too.

Oh, and take this to the kids.

And be nice.

She's your bimbo.

Christine.

Honey. Hi, lady.

Oh, God.

Oh, let me take these from you.

Okay.

Dylan, make yourself useful.

I brought you some flowers.

Great.

Here we go.

All right.

What, are we making
cranberry sauce?

Hardly.

Do a lot of things real well,
but, uh, cooking isn't one of them.

Let me take a look at you.

Oh, no, wait till later.

Everything looks
better in the dark.

Christine, this
is my son, Dylan.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

Well, food smells
good. Where'd you go?

Oh, little place I
used to hang out

when I first came to
L.A. called the Peach Pit.

Place sure has been
through some changes,

but the owner says
the food's still the same.

You mean Nat?

Yeah, that's him.

You know him?

Yeah, I do. Well,

any friend of Nat's
is a friend of mine.

Find anything good?

Yeah. Try this.

Oh, thanks.

Now, that's delicious.

So what does a production
assistant do on a show like this?

Same thing a P.A. does anywhere:

absolutely everything.

Do you like it?

Yeah. I get to travel a lot.

And the upside to that,

I get a lot of
frequent flier miles.

Of course, I never
have time to use them.

So how about you?

Did you live your whole
life in Beverly Hills?

Yep.

Well, that's not a
bad way to grow up.

Mmm, I guess.

So did you decide what
college you're gonna go to?

Yeah, I thought I did.

Let's see.

You want to go to S.C.

Oh, man.

Yeah, well, not much chance
of that happening anymore.

Why?

I got thrown out.

You're a bad boy?

To put it mildly.

When my mom finds out,
it's gonna break her heart.

She's gonna kill me.

Well, which is it?

Is it gonna break her heart,
or is she gonna kill you?

Ha, ha, ha.

Hey, what's Samantha like?

You can never tell with
celebrity types, you know.

They act one way
when they're on camera,

and then their personalities

are totally different
when they're off.

Yeah, my mom's just like that.

In fact...

She's a totally different person
when the camera's rolling.

Does anybody else want
a sandwich or something?

Brandon, Mom will kill
you if you eat before dinner.

Just a little something
to tide me over.

So you're homeless, huh?

Donna...

I'm sorry.

I've just never met a
homeless person before.

You'll have to forgive Donna,

Mr. Canner. See,
she thinks it's a tragedy

to leave home
without her gold card.

It's not funny.

I mean, there are a lot of
people out there suffering.

A lot of people who have
somehow let life's loose ends

slip through their fingers,
and they can't get them back.

I mean, they're hungry,
their children are hungry,

their clothes are wearing thin,

they're out on the street with

nowhere to sleep
except out in the rain.

They got a few more problems
to worry about than whether or not

the cable TV is out or
whether or not they should have

a sandwich before they
eat their dinner, you know?

I think that's uncalled
for, Mr. Canner.

What? You're a
guest in this house.

I think it's unfair
to blame these kids

for the problems you might have.

Well, what is fair, Mr. Walsh?

You don't know what's fair

until one of your kids
looks you in the eye

and wonders why they
don't have a place to live.

Where are your
children, Mr. Canner?

Yeah.

That's the difference
between you and me.

You never did serve your
country, did you, Mr. Walsh?

Get out.

Dad!

My clothes still upstairs?

Yeah, why?

Do me a favor, Brandon.

Next time you see
me on the street,

pretend you don't know me.

I'm sorry, Jack. I
didn't think it would

turn out like this.

Ah, it's okay. Forget it.

Listen, let me explain
about my father, okay?

You really hit

a sore spot with him.

See... his father was a Marine.

And he wanted my dad
to enlist and go to Vietnam.

But my dad was against the war.

They never really
talked much after that.

In fact, I never even
met my grandpa.

Listen, Brandon, uh...

forget what I said about
not knowing me on the street.

I'll never forget
your generosity.

You're a good man.

Oh, my Lord!

Jim, you'd better get in here!

What are we gonna do?

Call someone.

Oh, Jim, who are we
gonna call at this time of day

on Thanksgiving?

Got any tarps?

Yeah, in the garage.
How 'bout a ladder?

Yeah, that's in the garage,
too. Well, we better get up there.

On the roof? Now? In
the rain? Doesn't look like

we have much of a choice,
ma'am. Let's get on it.

Come on. Let's do it.

Throw me that
flashlight up here!

You got a lot of
cracked tiles up here.

Soon as this rain lets up,

you're gonna have to get

a good roofer up here.

Right!

Brandon, hand me that plastic.
- You got it.

This has got to be the
weirdest Thanksgiving ever.

Just be careful.

Yes, sir.

Here you go.

It's a good thing
Canner was here.

I can't imagine Dad and
Brandon going up there alone.

Ah, yes, it's strange how
things work out sometimes.

Look, the leak stopped.

Action.

Happy Thanksgiving, gorgeous.

You, too, Mom.

And cut. Good.

Okay, let's move
to the next setup.

Steve, I need you

to look at your mother,

and I need you to give her

your most heartfelt
Thanksgiving blessing.

Okay?

And... action.

Mom...

on this Thanksgiving,

I am especially thankful
for your kindness

and your understanding.

And I hope you can
find it within yourself

to be especially kind...

and especially understanding...

under some rather
unfortunate circumstances.

What circumstances
are those, gorgeous?

What are they doing?
We didn't rehearse this.

Just let it roll, this is
a great TV moment.

Mom, I've been
looking for the right...

right time to tell you this.

There just doesn't
seem to be a right time.

Steven, what are
you trying to say?

I got kicked out of school.

What?!

What the hell is he doing?

I can't use this!

I want to speak
with you privately.

Now.

So, Dylan, Jack says you're

a senior in high school.

Was. JACK: Christine,
do me a favor.

Convince this boy that there's
nothing cool about dropping out.

Hey, I didn't do it because
I thought it was cool.

Dropping out, Dylan,
why would you want

to do a thing like that?

Long story. JACK:
Boy did too well

on his college boards, they
accused him of cheating.

Oh, like father, like son?

No, actually,

there's a big difference.

The difference being, I
didn't do anything wrong.

Yeah, well,

this cheating fiasco is just
a lot of small-time nonsense.

Well, it doesn't seem
like "small-time" to me.

So take the damn test
again. What's the big deal?

The big deal

is, it's a matter of
principle to me, okay, Jack?

I mean, you're a jailbird,

I wouldn't expect you to
know much about principles.

Listen, I'm not gonna
sit hear and listen

to your damn
insults, you got that?

Now this damn jailbird's

the only father
you've got, Ah...

whether you like it or
not. Stop it, both of you.

Well, I'm not gonna
listen to his crap!

So what're you gonna
do, Jack, walk away?

It's what you do best anyway!

How dare you insult
your father like that!

You think what he's
going through is easy?

I think he brought
it on himself.

Yeah, what do you
know about it, Dylan?

Why don't you mind
your own business?

Stop blaming your father

for everything, Dylan,
and stop sulking

and get on with your life.

God knows that's
all Jack's trying to do.

You've got the power
here now, not him,

so stop taking advantage

of the situation.

Give him a break.

Give yourself a
break while you're at it.

How am I supposed to do that?

Go in there and talk to him.

Let yourself have a father.

And let him have a son.

Breaking into the school?

What were you thinking of?

I'm sorry, I...

When I get finished with you,

you won't know what sorry means.

There's more.

Wonderful.

What could you
have possibly left out?

You have to come

to the school with
me on Monday...

Makes it official.

Official?

They throw you out of school
without talking to me first

and I have to make it official?

What is it, some kind of a
ribbon-cutting ceremony?

You have to sign
some papers, I think.

Well, let me tell you

something, Steven.

I will not be
signing any papers.

And you will not be
expelled from school

like some lowlife
juvenile delinquent.

I am Samantha Sanders,

and you are my son.

And I will not take
this lying down.

I don't think we have
much of a choice.

No.

You do not have a choice.

I'm handling this from now on.

What do you mean?

What I mean

is... that I am going
to save your keester

one more time.

Excuse me.

Uh, Mrs. Sanders,
I'm really sorry,

but if we don't get this
shot, we are going to go

into double time and
I'm gonna get fired.

Of course.

Thank you.

You were brilliant.

I was? Yes.

I tell you what.

Why don't you come to my
room tonight about 11:00?

And we could have a
Thanksgiving celebration of our own.

All right, Jack,
that's all tied off.

Okay. Come on, guys, let's go.

Jack, can I talk to you?

Sure.

Thanks. If it wasn't for you,

we could've had a real
disaster on our hands.

Ah, it's okay, I'm just
glad I could help out.

I'm sorry I lost it in there.

No, that's okay. You were right.

I never should've
walked out on my son.

But at the time, it was
the best I could do.

It's not easy, is it?

I spent my whole life
trying to be a good father

to compensate for the fact that

my own dad didn't think
I was a very good son.

Listen, I can't
talk to my father.

He's gone, but, uh...
you still have a chance.

Don't make the
same mistake I did.

Listen, uh, can I
use your phone?

Yeah.

Do you think you have
enough food, David?

It's not like this
is your last meal.

I can't eat.

Not when there's people
out there that have nothing.

Donna, you don't
have to feel guilty.

It's not gonna help anybody.

You know, she's right.

Would you pass
the potatoes, please?

Brandon, you've
been eating all day.

Well, I'm a growing
boy, don't you know?

Oh, good, I was
afraid I held you all up.

Oh... why don't you
come sit here next to me?

Thank you.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yeah, everything's
going to be just fine.

Glad to hear that.

Uh, Jim, do you

think it'd be all
right if I said grace?

I think that would be fine.

You know, life
is-is very strange.

Most of the time, we
walk around in a daze.

Sometimes we're happy.

Sometimes we're miserable.

Most of the time we're
somewhere in between.

And if you're lucky,
you never get to know

real misery.

But for those of us who have,

it's very hard to
keep any kind of faith.

But then, something comes along.

Someone who,

I don't know, makes
us wonder if maybe,

just maybe,

there's somebody up
there looking out for us.

People talk about the
kindness of strangers,

but, um, you're not strangers.

Not anymore.

Mmm, St. Charles
Place, two hotels.

That's mine and...

it's gonna cost you, Jack.

Well, that wipes me out.

I can't win if I can't cheat.

Can't I quit while I'm
ahead? I am really beat.

Oh, go ahead, I'm just gonna
sit here and count my money.

You do that.

You know what? Since I'm
feeling really generous tonight,

you guys take my room,
I'll just bunk on the couch.

You got any other
plans this evening?

All yours.

I like that.

Thank you.

Why don't you go on
in? I'll be right there.

You got it.

Hey, Dylan. Huh?

Give me a call sometime.

You can buy me a
megaburger at the Pit.

You got it.

Listen, Dylan...

I know I can be a pain in
the butt most of the time,

but it is damn nice to have
family to come home to,

and I just wanted to
say, thank you very much.

It's all right.

Good night.

Good night, Dad.

Well, I guess he
finally told his mom.

Yeah.

Steve? Steve, you okay?

I had the most
incredible weekend.

What?

I met an awesome girl.

Steven! You'll have time

to talk to your friends later.

Sit down!

Hi, Mrs. Sanders.

Mrs. Sanders, I've been
expecting you. Please come in.

Thank you.

Your mother and I had a
very interesting talk, Steven.

And?

And she's convinced me

to allow you to remain at
West Beverly, on probation.

Which... if you pass
all your courses...

You might actually
graduate with your class.

That's great.

You know, I was
thinking that... Steven.

The condition of
your probation is

that you're required to attend

double detention,
which means you'll arrive

at school every morning at 7:15

and you will not leave school
until 4:45 every afternoon.

And if you miss one detention,
we will enact the expulsion.

Thank you, Mrs. Teasley.

It's been my pleasure.

Thanks, Mom.

Don't even talk to me.

Thanks, Mrs. Teas...

Don't talk to me, either.

So what's the verdict?

It's a piece of cake, Bran.

You never cease to
amaze me, Sanders.

Don't you forget it.

Bren, all the Thanksgiving sales

on Rodeo are still
going on, you want to go?

I can't afford those
clothes at 50% off.

Oh, come on, you'll
find something.

Or else you'll
just watch me buy.

Oh, that sounds like fun.

Come on, I hate to
shop alone... Hi, Kel.

Hi, Bren. You guys have
a nice Thanksgiving?