Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 3, Episode 25 - Senior Poll - full transcript

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I weighed 70 pounds when
my parents checked me in.

And the doctor said

that he would discharge me

when I got up to 85,

and I went nuts.

It's like 85 pounds?

You'll ruin me.

When you hit 85,
were you ruined?



I thought I was.

When I went home, someone said

that I was looking better,

and I stayed in my
room for three days.

What made you finally come out?

I had to get away
from my mother.

I'm not kidding.

Kelly Taylor.

Would you like to tell us
something about yourself?

Mom, I am begging you.

Please don't make me
go back to that place.

The girls there are crazy.

They're not crazy.

Yes, they are.



One of the girls got so thin
that the doctors at the hospital

had to start force-feeding
her through a tube.

Then you know what she did?

She pinched off the tube
because she still wanted

to lose a couple of pounds.

Maybe we should try to
find you another group.

I don't want to be in any group.

Come on, Kelly.

You're a beautiful girl,

but you have got to start
taking care of yourself.

Do you know how many
models I knew in New York

who ruined their
health and their careers

because of not eating properly?

The last thing I want

is for you to end up
back in the hospital.

Me either.

I mean, if this was supposed
to be like Scared Straight

or something,
it's working, okay?

I even stopped on the way
home and got a mega burger.

It's even got mayonnaise.

This is serious, Kelly.

Are your friends
giving you a hard time

about being in this group?

No. That's probably
because none of them

know I'm in therapy.

David knows.

Dylan doesn't.

Dylan is in AA.

If anybody would
understand, he would.

Yeah. An eating disorder group.

That's very attractive.

Kelly.

Mom, I made a mistake.

I didn't follow directions.

I wasn't trying to kill myself.

I am not like those other girls.

Please?

Okay, if that's what you want,

but only as long
as you keep eating.

I will. I am. See?

Mmm... so good.

All you seniors who
haven't cast your votes yet

for the senior poll, you
have until third period

to scar your fellow
classmates for life.

Ugh. Like this school needs
another popularity contest.

Don't worry, Bren,

I'm sure you're going to
win Done Most For Class.

Right. I'm serious.

You organized the Pigskin Prom,

the Christmas trip
to Alvarado Street,

the orientation program
for the Freshman Buddies.

Brandon, it doesn't matter.

If it's anything like last
year, all the winners

will have known each other
since, like, second grade.

I just can't believe
that you care.

You mean you don't think that,
let's say, ten years from now,

you'll get a kick looking back
at the final issue of The Blaze

and remembering that your
friends and your classmates

thought that you were one
of the best and the brightest?

Truthfully, Bren, I haven't
given it much thought.

You mean you haven't voted?

Well, yeah, I... I voted.

And you didn't
vote for yourself?

In any category?

I rest my case.

Hey, Steve.

Look at my books, man!

One of those
subhumans in detention

wrote graffiti all over them.

"Thumper"?

Maybe now I can finally
guilt-trip Mrs. Teasley

into admitting I
shouldn't be incarcerated

with any of those lunatics.

8:00 in the morning,

it's already turning
into a red-letter day.

Man... did you get my
message about Celeste?

Yeah, yeah. How
come she and her friend

don't want to go to the
Lakers game with us?

She said she had other plans.

First time I asked her out
since our TV dream date,

and she passes...
not a good sign.

Well, to tell you the
truth, I'm feeling a little iffy

about going to a
basketball game myself.

Don't worry, Brandon.

I've got tickets in the
no-gambling section.

If you even think about betting,

the ushers come and
smack you around.

Good.

Think "dateage."

We need two live
ones Friday night,

and bring condoms
because I feel lucky.

Right. No, I understand.

Yes. Believe me, I don't want

your camp program
to fall apart either,

but my first responsibility
has to be to the students

of West Beverly High,

not Alvarado Street Elementary.

Yeah. Maybe next year.

Uh... Mrs. Teasley?

Yes, Steven?

I couldn't help hearing what
you said about Alvarado Street.

Are they having some financial
difficulties or something?

To put it mildly.

Actually, our budget is
the one being cut back.

And, apparently, after 14
years, there are not enough funds

to support a summer camp
on our campus anymore.

Oh, that's too bad. You
know, I had such a blast

playing Santa for those
kids last Christmas.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

Did you need something, Steven?

I guess now is not
a good time, huh?

Sometimes your power of
observation is truly remarkable.

Guess who.

It has to be the most
beautiful girl at West Beverly.

Oh, and, if that's
the way you feel,

how come you didn't
call me back last night?

Well, when I'm writing,
I lose all sense of time.

So you say.

What? You think I was playing
around behind your back, Kel?

I was kidding.

I know. It's just that, well,

I've been grappling with some
pretty heavy things, you know?

I've been writing
about my dad and...

I know. How's it going?

I don't know. I mean,
I'm too close to it.

I just... I got to make
some last-minute revisions.

So you're almost done?

Almost.

When do I get to read it?

When it's finished,
just like everybody else.

I understand.

I knew you would.

Where are you going?

You're not gonna stick
around to hear the results

of the senior poll? No.

You're going to make me
go through this all by myself?

Kel, you're a big girl, okay?

I think you can handle it.

You are a coward!

Is this what I think it is?

Well, it's a rough draft.

I can't believe
you're done already.

It's only the first chapter.

It's mostly, um... well,
it's stuff about my father.

I'm sure it'll require
some editing

if you want to publish
part of it in The Blaze.

Probably.

Look, if you don't have
time to read it now...

Hey, I'll make time to read it.

Dylan, I'm honored that
you're letting me see this, really.

Thanks.

Hi, Kel. Hey, Brandon.

Do you know when they're going

to announce the
results of the senior poll?

Yeah. I think Donna and
David are going to do it at lunch.

Why? You nervous? A little.

I just don't want
to be remembered

as the girl who OD'd
on her 18th birthday.

Did I tell you it's good
to have you back?

Well, I never really
left, but thanks.

Hey! Well, if it isn't our
Most Likely to Succeed

and our Most Beautiful.

Very funny.

Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em.

Well, you don't
have to humor me.

You haven't looked
in the mirror lately.

Hey, Brando, what's the
deal with the senior poll?

I really don't know any
more than you guys do.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, Brandon, The
Blaze runs the senior poll.

That's right, Kelly.

The Blaze does
run the senior poll,

but the juniors who
work on the paper

keep the ballots
under lock and key

so that certain people
won't be tempted

to have their friends
stuff the ballots.

Hey, I resemble that remark.

Well, Brandon,
you are a definite

for Most Likely to Succeed.

And Biggest Flirt has
your name written all over it.

You think so?

I've seen it firsthand.

But if all else fails, there's
always Best Dressed.

Guys, I really
think you're blowing

this senior poll thing
way out of proportion.

I mean, it's not like the
Nobel Peace Prize or anything.

Gee, I didn't know they gave
a Nobel Prize for Biggest Flirt.

And now, the award
for Most Athletic.

And the winner is

Tony Miller,

all-league linebacker
and heck of a guy.

And he will share
the honor with...

Well, well, we had a successful

write-in campaign for Olympic

gold medalist Kristi Yamaguchi.

Did I miss much?

Well, Brandon and Andrea
won for Most Likely to Succeed,

David got Most Talented, and
Donna won for Best Dressed.

What about Steve?

Don't even say a word.

Steve, it's meaningless. Shh!

I didn't hear you say that

when you won Most
Likely to Succeed, Bran.

Biggest Flirt will be no
surprise to anyone in a skirt.

Well, at least there is
some justice in this world.

It's Tim James.

And, for Flirtette,
Claudette Fletcher.

Hey, Steve, Steve,
it's a stupid poll, man.

Your life is not over.

No, your life is not over, okay?

I can't even get a
date to the Laker game.

Okay, Done Most
for the Class is next.

And the winners are...

Adam Collins and Leah Mulder.

Leah Mulder?

Well, she did convince
Fashion Emporium

to give a ten percent discount
to every dues-paying senior.

And, Leah, we all thank you
from the bottom of our closets.

Didn't you and Leah go to,
like, elementary school together?

Yeah. I've known her
since, like, second grade.

Okay, Most Handsome is next.

And, first, I would
like to emphasize

that I personally voted for
my most talented boyfriend,

David, right here.

You're welcome.

But the winner is Dylan McKay!

Where is Dylan?

Well, you know him.

Anything to avoid
a class activity.

And now, West Beverly's
choice for Most Beautiful.

And the winner is

the one and the only...

There she is... Kelly Taylor.

Congratulations. Go.

There she is, our queen.

Without her king.

You're a terrific writer.

Well, I'm glad you like it.

When should I send
it off to Doubleday?

Well, actually, I have
a few minor notes,

if you don't mind feedback.

Oh, absolutely. That's
why I gave it to you to read.

But, Zuckerman,
don't be too brutal.

Wouldn't think of it.

Oh, by the way,

congrats on winning
Most Handsome.

Yeah. Now my life
is complete, huh?

Hey, Zuckerman, there's someone

at the door. I got to bail.

I'll call you though. Bye.

Did somebody here order takeout?

Anybody here order takeout?

Nope. Sorry. You
got the wrong house.

You're in a strange mood.

You always do that to me.

Oh, do I? Mm-hmm.
Ever since kindergarten.

Remember? You gave
me half your cookie?

I cannot believe you
remember that stuff.

Oh, yeah. I remember
all kinds of things.

I've been flashing back
to my memories a lot lately.

You know, I did a pilgrimage
down to the old playground.

You should do it sometime.

It gets you back to
your roots in a hurry.

Oh, yeah. That's
just what I need.

The prettiest girl
in Beverly Hills...

That's just what I need.

Dylan, they're
taking the pictures

for the senior poll tomorrow,

and they want us to dress
appropriate for the category.

So I was thinking it
would be really fun

if you wore, like, a tux,

and I wore a really
elegant evening gown.

How about you wear
whatever you want,

and I'll wear a
bag over my head?

Seriously.

I am serious.

Dylan...

Kelly...

It's bad enough you wouldn't
go to the quad with me

when they announced the results,

but now to wear a bag over
your head in the picture?

What are you trying to say?

That I think the senior
poll thing is a big joke.

I mean, that's it. Over and out.

It has nothing to do with you.

Well, considering I'm standing
next to you in the picture,

I think it has everything
to do with me.

You know, winning Most Beautiful

is not the most important
thing in my life either.

All right. I know.

Okay, let's just... just
forget I said anything

and I'll wear the Fred
Astaire suit... top hat, tails...

And we'll have a great time.

Don't do my any favors.

Come here.

You should have won
the Sexiest Best Lover.

Is that all I am to you?

Are you kidding?

You're a goddess.

Have I ever shown
you my favorite room?

Every chance you get.

Well, it's different this time.

Is it?

Mm-mm-mm.

Better safe than sorry.

Yeah.

♪ Every now and then ♪

♪ The planets are aligned... ♪

♪ For a little while... ♪

Bren, you got the school
phone directory in here?

Yeah, it's on my desk.

Who are you calling?

Patty Crawford.

Why?

I promised Steve I'd try

to round up some dates
for us for Friday night.

But she's such a snob.

Well, she did win Best Dancer.

Rub it in, why don't you?

Come on, Bren,

would you rather have
won Most Naive like Donna?

Donna also won Friendliest
and Funniest Laugh.

Why is there a University of
Minnesota application in here?

I thought we decided we'd
both go to California University.

Brandon, I'm just
keeping my options open.

Just because you didn't win
anything in the senior poll.

Excuse me, but I filled
out that application

more than a week ago, okay?

Bren, you've been
in California so long

I think you may be forgetting

what a Midwestern
winter is like.

And you've forgotten how
many friends we had back there.

Come on, Bren, when
do you think the last time

Darla Hansen even gave
you a passing thought?

Oh, about a half hour ago
when she and I were discussing

rooming together
in the same dorm.

Sounds like a lot more than
just keeping your options open.

Have you told Mom and Dad

you're thinking about
moving back there?

Not yet.

And I would appreciate
it if you'd let me

break it to them my own way.

It says here your
application deadline...

Brandon, don't you have
a phone call to make?

I don't even like
Patty Crawford.

Patty, you really
don't have to explain.

It's okay.

I didn't realize there
was any bad blood

between you and Steve.

Yeah, sure, maybe
some other time.

Yeah, bye now.

So much for Most
Likely To Succeed.

Hey, Dad.

How's it going?

You look fantastic.

Thanks.

One scoop or two?

Make mine a double.

Tax time gets more
ridiculous every year.

What's your excuse?

Well, it's kind of embarrassing.

Steve has some tickets to
the Laker game tomorrow night,

and we can't seem to
find anyone to go with us.

So, if you and
Mom aren't busy...

That's the nicest
invitation I've had all year.

What's the nicest invitation
you've had all year?

Your son just invited
us to the Laker game

with him and Steve
tomorrow night.

Hey, that sounds
like a lot of fun.

The problem is I've
got a million returns due

by the 15th.

Hey, if you guys
can't go, that's okay,

I totally understand.
No problem.

Jim, come on.

Oh, you're right.

The hell with it. I haven't
been to a game all season.

It really means a lot
to me that you, uh,

you still want to spend a
Friday night with your old man.

Oh, and thank Steve for us.

I sure will.

Well, if I didn't talk to David,

I wouldn't know anything
that's going on with you.

Congratulations, Most Beautiful.

I wanted to surprise you.

So I raided your closet.

Well, what do you think?

Perfect.

Yeah. I just feel like
something is a little off.

Well, if you're going to
wear a dress like that,

you've got to
upgrade those eyes.

Like mother, like daughter.

Invisible eyelashes
and pale as a ghost.

That's better.

See, I do come in handy
every once in a while.

I could give you a
few tips, if you want.

No, I've got to go.

It's just a school picture.

Well, that is what I thought
about my high school picture,

until it got picked up

in a "Girls of Ohio"
spread in Esquire,

and the next thing I knew I
was modeling in New York.

Oh, I don't want to be a model.

Of course not.

I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

But there's nothing
wrong with looking like one,

is there?

Now, what do you think?

That's nice.

I used to love to
put your hair up

when you were little.

Yeah, maybe I
should wear it up then.

Well, it would
show off your neck.

Highlight your angle.

My angle?

Kelly, every woman needs
to know how to hold her head

so she looks her absolute best.

For a model that is
the difference between

$10,000 a day and nothing.

Don't worry.

We will make you
look unforgettable.

Attention senior poll winners,

last call for
photos in the quad.

Be there or be square.

Ah, so is this how
you dress for success?

That's what they tell me.

You know, I think the Blaze
should've had a category

for Most Time
Spent in Detention.

Steve... No, no, it's
cool. It's old news.

What I'd like to know is,

who's going to the
game with us tonight?

I kind of wanted to
talk to you about that.

Come here.

Oh, oh, don't even
tell me you struck out?

No, no, no, I didn't strike out.

I somehow managed
to invite my parents.

You're kidding?

No, I'm not kidding,
it just slipped out.

Look, you don't mind, do you?

Brandon, yeah,
I kind of do mind!

Look, you shouldn't
have put me in charge

of organizing your
social life, Steve.

Obviously.

How could you do this to me?

Don't I have enough
trouble as it is?

Steve, I hate to
inform you of this,

but some jerk defacing
your school books

and not winning the senior poll

are not exactly the
major issues of our time.

Listen, I... No, it's okay.

We'll go to the game with
your folks on one condition...

You sit next to your mother.

What's wrong with my mother?

And I thought I was gonna
be able to sneak in by myself

and put on some mascara
before the photo session.

Oh, well, take a number.

You think I look too naive?

I think you look adorable.

And I loved your
outfit as Best Dressed.

It was great.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Well, I don't think
you need mascara.

You have great eyes.

You have great everything.

Only if I work at it.

Oh, yeah, Kelly Taylor
a total car chaser.

You have to admit my
eyelashes are invisible.

I'm as pale as a ghost.

I have no cheekbones,

and my nose is never
gonna be quite right.

Oh, will you can the self-pity?

Like every girl in this school

wouldn't trade places
with you in a second.

I'll trade.

Let them spend their whole lives

trying to look unforgettable

just so they can never
be taken seriously.

You're being ridiculous.

Am I?

I just said that nobody
takes me seriously

and you didn't take
me seriously, did you?

Well, from what
Dylan has been writing,

I would say he takes
you very seriously.

You've read Dylan's manuscript?

Mm-hmm. Oh, it's terrific.

Thank you.

Uh, clowns, please.

I don't know, McKay.

I think you should
have won Best Dressed.

Come on, man, this
is Kelly's idea, all right?

She wanted to make
a fashion statement,

so this is my homage
to Fred Astaire.

Except he could dance.

You cannot... Dylan.

Yeah, hey, good looking.

Now, is this what
you had in mind? No.

Can I talk to you?

Hey, Dylan, don't
go too far away.

You're on deck.

What's the matter?

When do I get to
read your manuscript?

I told you, when it's ready.

Why is it done enough
for Andrea to read?

Because she's my editor.

And she's the one that got
me into writing in the first place.

Then why don't you
go to bed with her?

What are you...
what are you saying?

I'm saying that I really resent
being good enough to sleep with,

but not good enough
to show your writing to.

Okay, I will show
it to you, all right?

Not because you
value my opinion,

only because you want
me to shut up, right?

Hey, McKay, where are you going?

Hey, I'll be right back.

Kel, listen, I don't know
what's going on with you,

but I do value your opinion.

No, you value the way I
look and the way I dress

and the fact that I
have sex with you.

But you don't listen
to a thing I say.

I don't listen to you?

Who was I listening
to when I picked up

this ridiculous hat
and this stupid cane?!

I don't want to have this
picture taken anyway.

Fine, then we won't take it.

I want to take it.

Well, then don't forget
to smile for the camera.

Dylan called, honey.

Who cares?

So, I'm dying to know,
how'd the session go?

I didn't get the stupid
picture taken, okay?

After all that work
we went through?

You went through.

I just sat there, hating
every minute of it.

Then you should
have said something.

I couldn't, you were too
busy putting my hair up

and criticizing my makeup.

I did nothing of the kind.

I said you looked perfect.
Yeah, but you didn't mean it.

You never mean it. Kelly?!

You know, when I was 12, it was

"Of course you're
pretty, honey bun,

but let's see if Weight
Watchers can do the trick."

We're back to that again,
are we? And when I turned 15,

you didn't get me a
cake like a normal mom,

you got me a nose job.
You begged me for it!

Only after you
told me I needed it.

That is absolutely not true.

From the time you
were old enough to read,

all you could talk about
was beauty and fashion.

That is because that's
all you ever talked about,

when you weren't passed out,
or out picking up one-nighters.

Okay, I'm a terrible human
being and I've ruined your life.

Is that what you want to hear?
No, I don't want to hear anything.

Well, that makes two of
us. Fine, then I will shut up.

But first I want to thank
you for teaching me

how to be shallow and insincere.

Why are you trying to hurt me?

Oh, God, I am so
sick of everything,

I could scream.
You are screaming.

Yeah, and it's about time.

Kelly, get back here.
Where are you going?

Brandon, hi. How are you?

Fine. Late. Crazed. How are you?

Okay, I know this is going
to sound a little weird,

but I need to borrow $50.

Not likely. CINDY: Brandon...!

Steve's here.

I'll be right down, Mom.

Brandon, can't you help me out?

Brenda, all I have in
the world is ten dollars.

Thanks, but I need $50.

Why?

Minnesota requires a $50 deposit

before they'll process
an out-of-state application.

So, why don't you just hit
Mom and Dad up for a check?

You haven't told them
you're applying there yet?

I just didn't want to get into

a big family powwow
over this thing...

Well, eventually they're
going to find out, Bren.

When were you
planning on telling them?

After you'd already
been accepted?

I just haven't found a
good time to bring it up.

Well, now is definitely
not a good time, okay.

Because Dad is
not even home yet,

and we're already
late for the game.

The application has to be
postmarked before midnight.

You're killing me, Bren.

Do you think Steve
would lend me $50?

He just pulled in.

Good.

Sorry, I'm late.

I got waylaid at the office.

It's okay, honey. No rush.

Yeah, no rush, who wants to
be there for the opening tip-off?

Hey, hey, hey, I know
a great shortcut, okay?

Hey, Dad, let's go.

I'll be down in two seconds.

Fine.

You want to have a little
something to eat before we go?

Yeah. Your Mom
made fresh fruit cups.

No thanks, Mom.

I think we'll just get a
couple dogs at the game.

If we ever get to the game.

He'll be down in two seconds.

Dad?

Hi, honey.

Can I talk to you
for two seconds?

I'd like to apply to the
University of Minnesota.

Cindy, can you please come
up here for two seconds?

I'll just be two seconds.

Two seconds, two seconds,

what is two seconds,
Walsh-speak for an eternity?

Steve, it only takes 20
minutes to get to the Forum.

We've got plenty of
time to get there. Man...

Come on, damn it!

Jim, relax.

Hell of a shortcut.

Shut up, will ya? We're
in a family crisis, okay?

I'm just so fed up with her.

How could she spring this on
us at the last minute like this?

Are we that unapproachable?

We're her parents,
for God's sake.

She's just keeping
her options open.

An option that's

2,000 miles away from us.

Honey, don't take
it so personally.

All she heard growing up

was what a fabulous
school Minnesota was.

Every lousy driver

in Los Angeles is
on the road tonight.

Maybe we should go back.

No, no, no.

We're almost there.

And besides, don't they
have a big show at half-time?

Uh, that's football, Mrs. Walsh.

Oh.

You're definitely
sitting next to her.

Steve, great seats!

Oh, thanks a lot.

Oh man, the game's
already in the refrigerator.

Yeah, and that's where
I'm going to put you

if you don't chill out, okay?

Who sits where?

Why don't you
just sit there, Mom?

Steve likes to sit on the aisle.

Well, don't you want to
sit next to your father?

No, no, that's okay. I'd
much rather sit next to you.

Excuse me, is this your seat?

No. This is his seat.

This is my seat.

Okay.

Congratulations.

Before the game,

seat number GG 35
was picked at random

to try to make a half-court
shot at half-time for $10,000.

Go for it, son!

But I'll need to see
your ticket stub first.

Yeah, sure.

There it is...

I'm sorry. I need GG 35.

We've got it.

He's got the wrong ticket.

G... GG 35! Buddy, buddy!

I've been waiting all
my life for this shot!

This way. Go get 'em brother.

Go... go... Lakers!

Hey.

Man, I'm glad to see you.

Dude, are you psyched?

Psyched? I'm a little freaked
out, thank you very much.

Hey, Steve, you
got to relax, man.

I'm trying to relax.

I've never been any
good under pressure.

Oh, don't worry about it. Nobody
expect you to hit a basket from half-court.

Are you kidding? These
people are brutal out here!

You make one air
ball, and they boo you.

Okay, you're up in
about four minutes.

Why don't we go
out and loosen up.

The worse part
of this whole thing

is seeing Jack
Nicholson going...

Come on Buddy, you're
not going to choke.

Listen, if I die of
embarrassment,

tell my mother I love her.

Come back with a
check for ten grand,

you can tell her yourself, okay?

All right, go for it!

Ten grand! Ten grand!

You think he'll
hit the backboard?

Eight-to-one he
throws up a brick.

I thought we'd quit gambling.

We did.

Brandon, wait a minute.

Did your sister tell you she
was applying to Minnesota?

Yeah, but she didn't
exactly confide in me.

Hmm. If she hadn't
needed a check,

I don't know when we
would have heard about it.

She just didn't want you to
read too much into it, that's all.

I know, but that doesn't
mean she has to shut us out.

You know, you and your sister
are going to be 18 this summer.

You're going to be
making a lot of decisions

that your mother and I might
not necessarily agree with,

but that doesn't mean
we're going to turn on you.

Let's go watch Steve.

Uh, Dad...

I don't quite know
how to tell you this...

but, uh, the whole
sports betting thing...

I really didn't quit
when I was ahead.

I actually got into a little
trouble with a bookie.

A little trouble?

Actually, it was
a lot of trouble.

Nat had to bail me out.

Great, you can't
talk to me either?

No, I can. I just...

I just didn't want you to
know I was screwing up.

Brandon, no matter
how bad you screw up,

you're still my only son,

and don't you ever forget that,

or I'll have to whip your
butt in a game of one-on-one.

Okay, I'm sorry.

We'll talk about it later.

Right now, we'd better
not miss Steve's shot.

He'd never forgive either of us.

Good evening ladies and
gentlemen, this is Chick Hearn,

and it's time now for
our half-court shot.

This evening, we have
Steve Sanders at mid court,

and if Steve can make this shot,

he'll walk away with a
suitcase full of money... $10,000.

Yay, Steve!

Yes! Go for it!

Go for it!

Oh great, Dyan
Cannon. Come on...

Air ball!

Yahoo!

What a shot!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Steve Sanders

has just won $10,000!

Steve, when you decide
to turn pro, you let us know.

Yes! Go!

I can't believe it!

I mean, I've lived with Kelly

for awhile now, and
she can get moody,

but I've never heard
her get that upset.

I mean, Jackie hasn't come out
of her room since Kelly took off.

I feel bad for Jackie,

'cause it's not her that
Kelly's mad at, it's me.

But she's definitely
down on Jackie, too.

She had a few things
on her mind lately.

Well, it's nice to feel

like you can take care
of everything yourself,

but I still feel
Kelly was better off

staying in that
eating disorder group.

What group?

She didn't tell you about it?

No, she didn't.

I didn't know it was a secret.

Neither did I, David.

Listen man, I thought
about going after her,

but I felt that if

I were that worked up, I'd
just want to be left alone.

My guess is she went
down to the beach.

No, I don't think
that's where she went.

Hmm. The old playground.

I knew you'd be here.

I used to push you
on this same swing.

So you could look up my dress.

That wasn't me.

Kel, I remember the time
you jumped off this thing.

You skinned your knee, but you
didn't want anyone to see you cry,

so you just stood there
bleeding, trying to smile.

It's not that easy
anymore, Dylan.

So why don't you just do me
and everybody else a big favor

and go back to Brenda?

Is that really what you want?

It doesn't matter
what I really want.

I'm just a stupid blonde bitch

who's not really
worth it. I disagree.

Then why don't
you talk to my father,

who never bothers
to call me anymore.

Or my mom, who probably
hates me right now.

Or all the guys

I put out for in the tenth grade
and never heard from again.

Kelly... Or why don't
you talk to Brenda

and find out how it really feels

to have somebody you
trust go behind your back

and steal your
boyfriend from you.

That's not how it happened.

That's not even close, Kel.

That's part of what
I've been writing about.

Yes.

Thank you for
reminding me about that.

Kelly, do you have any idea

how difficult it is for me to
share that with anybody?

You're not the only
one who wants to end up

as more than just Best
Looking in the stupid poll.

You are already so much
more than that, and you know it.

How do I know it?

Who ever tells me that I'm
smart or even worth knowing?

We are

two little kids who
had to walk home

from school by ourselves,

because our parents
forgot to pick us up.

I guess we're both basket cases.

No...

we're soul mates.

I-If you hadn't called
me that day at the marina,

I would've fried in that car.

And I miss Jack... I miss him...

I miss him more than I
can tell you, but I'm not...

I'm not unhappy to be alive.

And most of my life,
I couldn't say that.

I care what you think.

I don't care that you're in
an eating disorder group, Kel.

If you said that you never
wanted to sleep with me again,

I could live with that.

That morning when I
called you on the boat...

all I really wanted to
do was hear your voice.

Do you still want to?

Yes.

Hi, honey.

Hi. Who won?

Steve did.

He won $10,000 for
sinking a basket at halftime.

$10,000? You're kidding.

The rich get
richer. Where is he?

Oh, he and Brandon went down
to the Peach Pit to celebrate.

Why don't you go
down and join them?

No, I think I'll just
stay here and read.

Listen, honey...

we know this has been
a rough time for you,

and... I mean, the last thing we
want to do is to make it any rougher.

And obviously, you
didn't feel comfortable

talking to us about it, and...

frankly, we feel
a little left out.

Look, I'm sorry, but
it's really no big deal.

I just feel more and
more like my real friends

are back in Minnesota. Well,
you have real friends here, too.

Mom, I know, but it's different.

Back there, people
liked me for who I was,

not what I looked like.

I don't know, somehow
it's not the same.

Are you sorry we moved here?

No. I'm just
beginning to realize

that maybe I'm more
Minnesota than Beverly Hills.

Well, I think we all feel
that way sometimes.

And as far as college goes,
I... I think your mom and I agree

that... well, it's
probably smart that

you keep your options open.

Well, while you guys were
at the game, I mailed in

my application. Good for you.

And whether it's California or
Minnesota, we think either state

would be lucky to have you.

So, do I still have a mom?

Oh, baby.

Of course,

of course.

Not that I've been
much good to you.

Kelly...

I'm so sorry for everything
I've put you through.

Mom, it's not like
everything was bad.

I... I just...

wish I could turn
back the clock.

You were the one
good thing in my life,

and like a selfish idiot,

I just kept getting high and...

running around and...

doing anything but
being a loving mom.

Well, you did the
best you could.

When I see you
beating yourself up...

I feel like it's all my fault.

It can't be all your fault...

It's my life.

And I keep promising
things are gonna be different,

and here we are,

me on my umpteenth
divorce and...

you passing out from diet pills.

I was thinking,

maybe I should go back to
that eating disorder group.

Maybe I could go with you.

Or maybe we could find
somebody to talk to about...

all the stuff we should've
dealt with years ago.

I'd like to do that with you.

I think it'd be good for me.

Me, too, honey.

Oh...

The basket looked

this big.

What was it, uh, 70 feet?

170 feet, I thought he said.

I heard 70 miles. You
guys, just think about it.

What are the odds of anyone
making a shot like that?

Mm, about the same as the odds

of Celeste picking you
over me on that game show.

Or the odds of Mrs. Teasley
writing you a glowing letter

of recommendation to
the California University.

Or the odds of
Hell freezing over.

You guys are all
missing the point.

You see... it was my seat,

it was my ticket stub, it was
my half-court shot, okay?

All this on a night that

I thought would be the
biggest loser of all time.

No offense.

None taken.

You see, if I can make the shot,

then it's got to be a sign,
like a new day or something.

Like "Today is the first
day of the rest of your life"?

Yeah. And what are you gonna
do for the rest of your life, Steve?

Well, one thing is for
sure... With these ten G's

burning a hole in my pocket,

I sure as hell ain't gonna
be slinging burgers this year.

Like you would've anyway.

Unlike myself. BRANDON:
Wait a minute, Andrea, I thought

you were gonna be
running that summer camp

for the kids from Alvarado
Street. Yep, so did I,

but Mrs. Teasley informed me

that the school district
has pulled the plug.

You're kidding. Mm-mm.

Tightening the belt.
Mm, that's too bad.

Those little kids made my year

when I was playing Santa
Claus for 'em last Christmas.

That's 'cause they got
him out of detention.

So that was the angle.

What angle?

I did not do it for that.

Relax, Steve... it is
just a part of your charm.

It's your basic karma, man.

All I could say is,

ten years from now,
when you all have forgotten

what you won in the Senior
Poll... You will have forgotten

what you blew the ten G's on.

Don't be so sure about that.

So what are you gonna
do with the money?

I'm gonna spend
it all in one place.

It was the strangest thing...
A messenger dropped off

a certified check for $10,000,

payable to the Alvarado
Street Summer Camp.

I can't believe it!

So, Counselor, you're
back in business.

Oh, Mrs. Teasley, I
mean, this is amazing.

Who is it from?
That's the strange part.

The donor wished
to remain anonymous.

You know, you hear about stuff
like this... a pure, unselfish gift.

Aren't you dying
to know who did it?

Someone with $10,000.

I guess Santa Claus
came early this year, huh?

Nah. Nah.

Your photographer awaits.

Let's do it. You sure?
'Cause we don't have to.

Zuckerman says we could
eliminate the whole category,

and the world would
be a better place for it.

No, I want to.

No tuxedos,
though, just us. Okay.

Um, Kelly,

there's something
I want you to read.

You don't have to.

I know. I want to, though.

It's a, uh, first draft;
it's not finished.

Well, I'll try not
to be too critical.

"Dedicated to Kelly Taylor."

So far I like it a lot.

The usher calls my seat.

Instantly, I was transformed

into a seven-foot-two
basketball player.

I walk down on that court,

masquerading around in
my own little aura energy.

There was the basket,
no bigger than a pinhead.

Brenda, you haven't heard this.

Yes, I did, Steve,
and congratulations.

No, he means you haven't
heard the Sanders play-by-play.

It's interminable.

Do you have a second? No!

Brenda is my friend, and I will
not let you bore her to death.

Donna, actually,
I'd like to hear it.

Okay.

Thank you. There I was,
I walked out on the court,

the picture of calmness...
I was cool, I was mellow.

It was a Zen thing. I
had the ball in my hand.

I wanted to breathe
through my eyes...

Even before he noticed
her, he noticed her boat,

a sleek two-footer
she had been given

for her fifth birthday
a few days before.

She was sailing it, upside down

in a large pool that had
formed during a winter rain.

The rain, again.

In a marina this time.

The boats, like
the girl, had grown.

Beautiful, inspirational.

After the explosion
that killed his father,

she was the only beauty,
the only inspiration,

left in his life.

Dylan, did you mean
what you said yesterday?

We said a lot of things, Kel.

The part about how if we
never slept together again

you could live with that?

Are you sure I said that?

I mean, it just
doesn't sound like me.

All righty.

Here we go. Smile.