Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 3, Episode 6 - Castles in the Sand - full transcript

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Here I was feeling
guilty for deceiving you

when you knew all
along I wasn't French.

Well, maybe not all along.

But the truth is I'm really glad

you turned out to be a
red-blooded American girl.

So you don't regret

missing your plane, and
staying here with me in Europe?

No, not at all.



I really think I'm falling
in love with you, Dylan.

I mean Rick.

Bren, fasten your seat belt.
We're almost in New York.

Can you believe it?

Not really.

Bonjour.

Please be sure to fill out your
customs forms before deplaning.

All connecting flights will
be posted on the monitor

at the gate.

Thank you for flying TWA.

I miss Paris already.

Me, too.

But I can't wait to see David.

Yeah, I know what you mean.



I can't wait to see Rick.

I mean Dylan.

Morning, camper.

How'd you sleep?

Fine.

What do you think of
sleeping on the beach?

Well, I think ordering
that shooting star

was a little over the top,

but other than that,
it was pretty cool.

Yeah, it could have
been even better.

I'm glad we didn't
cross that line.

What are you saying?

Because we didn't have
sex, nothing happened?

Who fell asleep in
my arms last night?

I admit it: we did connect...

but we both know how
much you love Brenda.

Did I talk about
Brenda last night?

Am I talking about
her right now?

I am, and you should be.

Okay, fine,

but can you honestly look
me in the eye and tell me

that we have not become more

than just "good
friends" this summer?

What do you want to do, Dylan?

Do you want to make
love so we can prove

that I have become once
again the class bimbo?

How can you use
the words "make love"

and "bimbo" in the
same sentence?

Look, just play it
out with me, okay?

Yeah.

I mean how are we going to feel

when Brenda comes
home and asks us

what we've been
doing all summer?

Come on, guys.

There's some great
shells over here. Look.

What's Andrea doing here?!

Oh...

Uh, zip me up, Dylan, zip me up.

All right, all right.

Ow!

Oh, look at this!

Andrea, hi. Hi.

Um, what're you doing
so far from the club?

We're collecting shells

for the sandcastle
contest tomorrow.

Oh, great.

Uh, Kevin kinda partied

a little too hard last night.

Uh, you guys, come on.
Let's go over here, okay?

There's some good
shells over there.

Great shells over there.

Come on. The best shells.

Go, go, go, go,
go. There you go.

"Kevin"?

I had to think fast.

See, that's exactly
what I'm talking about.

I've worked too hard
to change my reputation

to start sneaking around now.

What do you want
me to do, Kelly, huh?

You want me to tell
Brenda about us?

There's nothing
to tell her, okay?

We watched Casablanca.
We saw some stars.

That's it.

Whatever gets you
through the night.

If things were different, Dylan,

maybe we could have something,

but Brenda's my best friend.

When she gets off that plane
tonight you're going to remember

exactly why you fell in love
with her in the first place.

Dylan, you and I had what
we had this summer, okay?

I just think that has to
be enough for both of us.

What are you telling me?

We'll always have Paris?

Thanks for not doing
a Bogart imitation.

What? The beat's jamming.

You want me to
stop it for a bridge?

David, it needs something.

Maybe we should
go back to the chorus.

Look, the arrangement's
fine the way it is.

David, if I'm going
to be your manager,

you're going to have
to start listening to me.

Yeah, well, maybe if
you got me a gig, I would.

Hey, can I interrupt you two

musical geniuses for a minute?

What's going on?

Well, I just wanted
to remind you

of Brenda's little welcome
home party tonight;

chez Walsh,

9:00, black tie optional.

Oh, God, is it 4:30 already?

I gotta get home.
I gotta find Kelly.

I have to pick Donna
up at the airport.

I'm outta here.

Excuse me.

Young love.

♪ It's all I need ♪

Well, thanks for
making this, Brooke.

It took longer to print out

than it did to
configure and input.

Ooh, I love it when
you talk computer to me.

Well, I love it when
we don't say anything.

They've gotten pretty close.

Are you bummed?

No, not at all.

What about you?

Nah.

The times, they are
a-changing, Steve.

Take one!

Take one.

Oh, you guys, they're here.

Hey, everybody, we're home.

Hi. Bonjour.

Hi, how was it?

Good.

Brenda, welcome home.

How are you?

Hey, this is Brooke.
Brooke, this is Brenda.

Hi.

Hi, nice meeting you.

Mom, Dad, can I talk to you
in the kitchen for a second?

Excuse us.

♪ A sympathetic ear ♪

♪ It's all I need. ♪

Mom, Dad, is there some reason

why Dylan isn't here?

Honey, let's not start.

Dad, I'm not starting.

But are you saying that
we're right where we left off?

That you still don't
want me to see Dylan?

Your father and I haven't really

talked about it yet.

Well, I wish you would.

I really need to
know where I stand...

with you and with Dylan.

Okay, honey.

Who was that masked woman?

She didn't raise her voice.

She didn't make any threats.

Are you surprised?

You're not?

Well, isn't that why we sent her

to France in the first place?

I mean, so she could grow up?

If it isn't Dylan,

it's going to be
some other boy, Jim.

At least we know he loves her.

Hello?

Anybody home? Oh, hey.

Donna, how's it
goin'? Hey, guys.

You look great. Thanks.

Welcome home. It's
great to see you, too.

Qué pasa?

Hey, music man.

Hi. Hi.

I thought Kelly was with you.

She is... was.

Bonjour.

Hi. How are you?

I'm good. No complaints.

How about you?

C'est magnifique.

We brought presents. Really?

Oh... just what I always
wanted: a sweatshirt.

No, it's not just
any sweatshirt.

Read the front.

"Less Wildcats."

Les Wildcats.

Do you have any matches?

I cannot believe
you are smoking.

Don't worry. It's my last one.

Everybody smokes in Paris.

Do you want a drag?

Oh, get away from me with that.

I just had this
dress dry-cleaned.

You know, if your parents
catch you, you're dead.

Yeah, well, what
are they going to do,

not invite Dylan to my party?

Have you talked to him yet?

No, I'm waiting till
everybody leaves.

I cannot wait to hear his
voice in the same time zone.

It's weird, but in
the back of my mind,

I sort of thought that
you being in Paris

might change
things with you guys.

Can you keep a secret?

I think so.

Well, right before
we were leaving,

I met this really cute guy
from the University of Wisconsin

and he actually believed
that I was French.

You're kidding me.

He was completely
fooled, mon cherie.

Oh! What happened?

Well, he wanted me to
go backpacking with him...

and I came really
close to doing it,

but instead

I turned around and
went to the airport

and never even said good-bye.

Wow.

You know, part of me just
wanted to take off with him,

but I kept thinking about
how much I love Dylan,

and I just couldn't.

Boy, was I tempted.

Temptation can be a killer.

So, what did you do all summer?

Spent a lot of
time with the baby.

Dylan, thanks for coming
at such short notice.

Thanks for calling.

I remember you.

Dylan!

Hey! Hi.

So what's going on at
the Beach Club tomorrow?

Ah, it's going to be an
authentic New England clambake

followed by a big dance.

Which I won't be playing at.

And don't forget the sandcastle-
building contest tomorrow.

Ciao, guys.

Bye-bye.

Hey, Steve, wait up.

Bye, guys.

I'll see you tomorrow, handsome.

I think I'll walk
you out to your car.

Bye...

Okay, you stay here.

Unless you already have plans.

Hey, Kelly, can you
hang for a while?

No, I'm the chauffeur tonight.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay...

Night, Kel.

Yeah, good night.

So why don't we go in
the kitchen and clean up.

Okay.

I thought we're supposed
to be cleaning up.

Aren't we?

Bren, I got a
confession to make.

While you were in France,

I almost forgot
what you were like.

Well, is it coming back to you?

It's getting there.

I brought you something.

Oh, Bren,

that's great.

It's for your watch
chain. Read the back.

"Je t'aime, Brenda."

I really, really wish we
could go back to your house,

but I don't think it's
the smartest thing to do

considering it's
my first night back.

I should've gotten you
something. Dylan, why?

You didn't go
anywhere this summer.

Je t'aime aussi, Brenda.

Did everyone leave?

Yeah, they all said
goodbye, and everybody

said thank you for the
party and everything.

Well, I'm glad they
enjoyed themselves.

I'm glad you're home.

Mom, Dad,

it really meant a lot to Dylan
that you let him come over.

And it meant a lot to me, too.

You know, I did a lot of
thinking over the summer

and you guys were right.

Things have to change.

I mean I love Dylan,

but I'm not willing
to lose you guys

just to make some
kind of a point.

And I really want to
be a part of this family.

We love you too, sweetheart.

Maybe you weren't the only
one who grew up this summer.

Hey...

I don't know how I'm ever
going to be able to thank you guys

for sending me to Paris.

You already did, sweetheart.

Good night.

Good night. Good night, honey.

You gonna be much longer, sis?

Yeah, two seconds.

Okay. Hey, you're
wearing the sweatshirt.

Yeah, it's already
one of my favorites.

Thanks.

Do you smell smoke?

No... but I'm really
stuffed up from the flight.

And I'm still on Paris time.

So, it went great
over there, or what?

Yeah.

So how was it being home
alone with Mom and Dad?

Well, with you gone, they
kind of lost their taste for battle.

Oh, it was cool, you
know. They did their thing.

I did mine: I worked,
hung out with Brooke.

Yeah, she's something else.

You didn't like her?

No. I think she's great.
I'm really happy for you.

She smart; she's athletic;
she gets along with everybody...

But...

I don't know.

I can't put my finger on it,
but something's off, you know?

So does this mean
we're not going out

on a double date next week?

We'll see.

So, is it weird being back?

You know the French
have this saying,

"The more things change, the
more they remain the same."

It's weird. Somehow I
feel like I haven't even left.

So we can expect Dad and Dylan

to go another ten
rounds this year?

Fortunately, I think
that's changed.

Good.

Hey, listen, let me know
when you're done, okay? Okay.

Oh, Brandon,

the next time I go to France,

you're definitely gonna
have to go with me.

You know, I was just
thinking that exact same thing.

Must be one of
those twin things.

Kelly, you okay?

You seemed a little
weirded out at the party.

Do you think Brenda noticed?

No, no one did.

You did.

Well, that's because I saw
you and Dylan together.

What if Dylan decides
to tell Brenda the truth?

Don't worry. He's
not that stupid.

So you're not gonna tell Donna

about that girl you
fooled around with?

Well, that's different;
I mean, you know,

Nikki wasn't Donna's
best friend in the world.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean it that way.

Look, just forget about it.

It'll blow over. You'll see.

Good night, David.

Good night.

Some best friend.

We're way overmatched here.

You know that.

Oh, come on, Brandon, these
guys are professional architects.

Of course, we can't
compete with them.

That's why they're
in their own division.

Ah.

Uh, still, I'm no good at
this sand sculpture thingy...

To tell you the truth,
it's my first time.

Oh...

a virgin.

Seriously,

If we can't beat sister Brenda
and Andrea and the kiddies

and whoever else,
we're pretty sorry stuff.

Okay, but you're gonna
have to carry the team.

Hey, I've got work to do.

Okay, if you're busy...

I'm sure Steve wouldn't mind

getting into the
wet sand with me.

Hey!

Give me those lips, honey.

Oh, I thought you'd never ask.

Wow, she's into your
brother something fierce.

Yeah. So you noticed.

Hey, don't...

That's good, Cheryl.

Don't forget to pack the sand
with water, okay, and then...

Not now, Cameron, okay?

What?

I know the Batmobile
was your idea,

but, but I have to
help the other kids, too,

okay? All right.

Oh, that's good.
Try this part...

Oh, sand is definitely
not good for my nails.

Okay, make room for the expert.

Now ladies, don't you think

if you're going to be sculpting
France, you ought to have a map.

Wow, thanks.

I never thought you'd want
to help in a million years.

Come on. I'm into it.

You are?

Yeah, I am.

Oh great, we're gonna
get a lot of work done here.

Where are David and Kelly
when you really need them?

Kelly, please,

I've been cooped up in
the house all summer.

Besides, it's Erin's
coming out party.

I'm sorry. You go.

I just don't feel like doing
that whole club thing tonight.

Dad wanted me to tell
you the car's all packed up,

and he's ready to go.

What is it, honey? Is it Jake?

Are you still upset about him?

Mother, please.

What did I say? I'm just
trying to understand you.

Then why can't you understand

that I just feel
like staying home?

Fine, it's your loss.

Listen, will you tell your Dad

I'll be just a minute.

Listen, Kel, uh,
you're going to have

to talk to Brenda
again sooner or later.

I talked to her last night.

That's why I just...
I don't want to go.

So you and Dylan kissed
in the cabana once, big deal.

You said nothing
happened, right?

Right, nothing happened.

Then quit torturing yourself,
put on some sunblock

and let's go down to the beach

and spend the last day
of summer with our friends.

Besides...

if you keep moping around,

people are gonna
start getting suspicious.

I'm telling you, that
isn't Vaucresson.

Donna, it is. I'm positive.

You're wrong. Look at the map.

Then Rick's wrong because
that's what he told me it was.

Who's Rick?

Uh, Rick was our
tour guide in France.

He must've been pretty good.

Why do you say that?

Well, he knew where
Vaucresson was.

Cameron, didn't I tell you

to stay with Kenny
and the group?

You want to help me?

That's sweet.

The best way for you to help me

is to stay here,

while I go and I fill
up the bucket, okay?

All right, Brooke,
I gotta take off.

How can you leave now?
We'll never finish on time?

Hey, I warned you I
had to help Henry today.

Oh, come on.

Henry can prep the
clambake by himself.

No, he really can't.
It's just a ton of work.

So let Henry earn his
money for a change.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know what I mean.

No, I don't.

Brandon...

Henry can't be
fired. He's black.

Brooke, for your information,

nobody around here
works as hard as Henry.

And when he's not
busting his ass here,

he's rebuilding
his store that was

torched by the
looters in the riots,

so don't you ever tell
me he slacks off, okay.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
insult your boss.

He's not just my boss.

He's my friend, too.

All I was trying
to do was get you

to stay and play with
me a little while longer.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Really.

Okay.

But I gotta go.

Hey.

Want some help
shucking some corn?

Well, that would mean we'd
both be abandoning ship.

That would mean
we'd both be together.

Oh, hi. Hey.

She is so exquisite.

What took you guys so long?

Well, my sister
had a small crisis.

Why, what's wrong with Erin?

Nothing.

She has such beautiful skin.

You should've seen
her a couple weeks ago.

She practically fit in
the palm of my hand.

You two know each other?

Uh, yeah.

Me and Kelly babysat one night.

You did?

Yeah, he was a natural;
talked her right to sleep.

I heard you have
that effect on women.

Not.

Honey, everybody's seen Erin.

I think we should head back
to the clubhouse now. Okay.

Uh, everybody...

open house up at the
Taylor-Silver cabana.

Kelly, where are you going?

Aren't you gonna help
us finish the sculpture?

No, I think I better
stick by my mom.

But I'll see guys later.

Bye.

Come on.

Monsieur McKay,
aren't you coming?

Yeah.

Hey, why are you moving
all your equipment?

I'm making room in the
cabana for Erin's baby stuff.

Do you need some help?

From you?

After all, I'm your manager.

Yeah, well, not for long.

David, I'm sifting
offers as we speak.

Yeah, well, sift this.

You're getting a real
artistic temperament, Silver.

You know that, don't you?

One bushel down, five to go.

You know, you're
getting pretty good at this.

We may have just found
a new career for you.

Well, good.

I need to find something
to do with the rest of my life.

Well, let me talk to Henry.
I'll see what I can work out.

It must have been really
hard for him to lose his store.

Yeah, watching your life
savings go up in smoke.

I'd say that's pretty tough.

Didn't he put up a
sign or something

like the rest of them?

You know,
"Black-owned business"?

Brooke, not all the
looters were black.

Besides, what
difference does it make?

It makes a lot of difference.

Blacks are against the Koreans.

The Koreans are
against the blacks.

And, well, they're
both against us.

I don't believe that.

Well, you can believe
what you want, Brandon,

but the next time
there's a riot in this town,

you better believe they're
gonna come to places like this

for payback time.

What are you getting so
bent out of shape about?

Because every time I
open my mouth these days,

we end up getting into a fight

and I'm sick of it.

Tell me about it. So am I.

Are you intimidated
by me? Is that it?

I'm a little more secure
than that, Brooke, thanks.

That's what I thought, too.

I thought you were
the perfect guy for me,

but lately it's
gotten to the point

where you're embarrassed to
kiss me in front of your friends.

That's not true.

Then what is it, Brandon?

Something is bothering you.

Truthfully, Brooke, yes,
something is bothering me.

You see, I'm a
liberal kind of guy,

and sometimes the things
that come out of your mouth,

the racial slurs, et cetera,

they really drive me up a wall.

What are you saying, Brandon?

That I'm a bigot?

Brooke, I'm... Because I'm not.

I'm a good person, Brandon,

and I don't have to
justify myself to you.

Brooke... No. Excuse me.

I'm going to go finish
building our sand castle

and try to have some fun
unless that's not politically correct!

Come on, come on,
come on. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
hurt your feelings.

Yeah, well...

it's a little late for
that, don't you think?

Kelly, wait up.

Hi, Dylan.

You okay?

Course I am. How are you?

Look, I know this
is a little weird...

Dylan,

you don't have to keep
going out of your way

to break the ice
with me. I'm fine.

In fact, this is exactly
what I predicted

would happen, now, isn't it?

No, you didn't predict it.

You made it happen.

I'm just looking out
for all of us, okay?

That's what friends
are for, right?

Look, Sanders, I got work to do.

I don't have time for all
this Hollywood jabber.

Look, I appreciate
your time constraints,

so I'll cut right to the chase.

If you let David play
at tonight's dance,

I promise I'll stay out
of your face forever.

I told you, I already
hired a band for tonight.

So, fire them. I can't do that.

They've got a signed contract.

Henry, in this business,

contracts are
meant to be broken.

I guess that's why I never
went into this business, babe.

Is that better? Is the
sun still in your eyes?

No, that's fine.

Oh, yeah, for you, but
now I'm in deep shade.

Silver, let me show you
how this thing works, man.

Like this. Like that.

Like this.

Mmm.

So, the key to our
relationship will be

that we never speak
to each other again?

No. We just have to choose
our subjects more carefully.

Okay.

We'll stick to,
um, sand castles.

And sports.

And Minnesota.

And weather.

And sex.

Ooh.

I like that one.

Listen, Brooke,
I really am sorry.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

Everyone's entitled
to their own opinion.

After all, it is a
free country, right?

Whatever you say.

I am never going to talk
politics with you again.

You take it too seriously.

Yeah, well, blame
it on my mother.

She's the real
politico in the family.

Well, then let's
remember never to put her

in the same room with my father.

Don't think they'd
get along, huh? Mm...

Let's put it this way.

If you disagree with him
on any issue whatsoever,

you're part of some sort of

worldwide
international conspiracy.

Well, that explains it then.

Hey!

Brandon?

Nice timing, Andrea.

Sorry.

Sorry. I can't find Cameron.

Well, did you check
the men's room?

That's where he
disappeared to last time.

I did. He wasn't there.

And he wasn't in his
favorite hiding place, either.

Andrea, relax. I'm
sure he'll show up.

Brandon!

Fine. I'll help
you look for him.

Let's go. Come on.

I'll be right back.

Andrea.

Mrs. Shaw, I have to, um,
talk to you about Cameron.

Sure.

I'll be leaving now.

Thanks, Brandon.

I... I thought I'd lost him.

I looked everywhere.

Could I talk to him
alone just for a second?

Of course you can. Come on in.

Thanks.

Cameron, put that down.

Why'd you run away?

You don't know?

Are you mad at me?

I ran away because I
didn't want to say good-bye.

I know.

Saying good-bye...

It's hard for me, too, but

Cameron, you
shouldn't have run away.

What's wrong?

I love you.

I love you, too.

I want you to know something.

You were very brave

to tell a girl how
you feel about her.

I know boys twice your age

who can't do that.

You and I are very special

friends,

and special friends...

They can last a lifetime.

Okay?

Ah, you're such a good boy.

Okay, well,

let's go before the
judging starts, okay?

Come on.

Ooh, Kelly!

Kelly, hi.

So, uh, where's your creation?

Oh, it's, uh, over there.

Dylan's trying to put the
finishing touches on it.

Can I talk to you
about something?

Sure.

It's about Dylan.

What?

Did you see him
much during summer?

I don't know.

He was... He was around.

Look, I... I know this
is going to sound crazy,

but I get the feeling

that he was seeing
someone while I was gone.

Why would you say that?

He's being too nice to me.

Brenda. Look, I know

it sounds as if I'm
being paranoid,

but it's like he's trying to
make up for something,

and I'm afraid he'll
think that I don't trust him

if I bug him about it.

But what if he was
seeing someone else?

Brenda, Dylan adores you.

I know... and he's really sweet.

It's just that I'm getting
this funny vibe from him.

It's probably because you
were just gone for so long.

That's it.

I hate that I am so jealous.

I'm overreacting. You're right.

Look, don't say
anything to Dylan, okay?

Not even kidding?

Your secret's safe with me.

Thanks. Bye.

I know you.

You're...

Ron Checkic.

Ron Checkic. Ron Checkic!

Good to see you. Steve Sanders.

Sanders Management Group?

Uh, could you help me

with the other end of
this, uh, speaker here?

Yeah, sure.

Look, I was hoping you

and your guys could
help me out here.

I'm breaking a new singer.

He's on the verge of
a major record deal,

and, well, he needs
some more exposure.

You know what I'm saying?

No. No, I don't know
what you're saying.

Okay, okay. How about this?

What would it take for you
to walk away from this gig?

What is this?

Let's call it a negotiation.

Forget it.

You don't have
that kind of money.

Try me.

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,

the award in the
professional category goes

to the Texas Capital Building

by the Jans Design and
Development Company.

Great, guys. Congratulations.

Last but not least is the award

in the amateur category,

and this, ladies and
gentlemen, boys and girls,

was not an easy choice.

And the blue ribbon goes
to... Andrea Zuckerman

and the kids from the Beverly
Hills Beach Club Day Camp

for their sculpture
of the Batmobile.

Well, we got beat
by the Romper Room.

Fix was in.

Well, you got to admit
Andrea did work pretty hard

with those kids.

They deserve it.

Yeah, I guess.

I just don't get why
she works here anyway.

It's not like she
needs the money.

Oh, of course not.

Nobody needs money.

Come on. Andrea Zuckerman?

Hold it.

What are you saying?

She's a Jewish girl
from Beverly Hills.

What?!

Hold on! Hold on, Brandon.

I meant that as a compliment.

I think you should just
stop talking now, okay?

No, no, I'm not
going to let you tell me

I'm wrong about this one, too.

Jewish people are
great with money.

I meant it as a compliment.

Wait. Brooke, that
is not a compliment.

That's a stereotype.

You know, not all black
people have rhythm,

not all Latin people
are hot-tempered,

and not all Jewish people
are great with money.

For God's sakes,

Andrea lives in a tiny
one-bedroom apartment

with her grandmother.

I really don't care
where she lives, Brandon.

This is great, great.

We went a whole what, hour,
before getting into a fight?

Must be a world record for us.

You know, Brooke, I don't
think it's such a good idea

that we see each other anymore.

What?

We're gonna break up over this?

Brandon, come on.

I'm crazy about you.

I can change.

Yeah, well, I can't.

You told me these guys
were professional musicians.

No, you told me they
should be arriving any minute.

That was two hours ago!

No, no, no, that's no good.

Look, look, I want a combo.

I don't want some
guy from Pennsylvania

playing some accordion.

Well, just get some people
over here now, okay?

Can you believe
these guys stiffed me?

What can I say, Henry?

There're a lot of
flakes in this business.

Can your guy really sing?

♪ I love to touch ♪

Can he sing?

♪ Your sweet caress ♪

♪ I think of you and only you ♪

♪ That I must confess ♪

♪ Lonely days
and lonely nights ♪

♪ My world's falling apart ♪

♪ I need you with
me by my side ♪

♪ I need you in my heart ♪

♪ 'Cause there's a
space you can only fill... ♪

Wow, he has gotten so good.

I had no idea. Yeah, well,

I'm bringing him along slowly,

you know, teaching
him how to phrase a lyric,

sell an audience...

all the things a
top-notch manager does.

What?

Like shut up, and let
everyone else listen

to his song. Yeah, shut up.

I'm bringing him along slowly.

♪ Please be my love, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, be, be, be my love ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Oh, be, be, be my love ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, be, be, be my love ♪

♪ Come on, baby, and
be, be, be my love ♪

♪ Oh, be, be, be my love ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Oh, be, be, be my love ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

When I was in Paris,

I'd wake up early,

to take a walk down the Seine

just to see the moon get lost

in the morning light.

And I'd be thinking about you,

halfway around the world,

wondering if you were
somewhere on the beach looking up

at the same moon.

I was.

And then I'd wonder if there
was anyone else in your arms.

After a while I just
stopped worrying about it.

I figured if there
was anyone else,

it was only because I was there,

and you were here,
and vice-versa.

That's right.

Dylan, I met someone in Paris.

Rick, my tour guide.

Well, actually, I
was his tour guide.

It's kind of a long story.

We were only together the
last couple of days I was there,

and it really didn't
amount to anything much.

So...

are you finished with
your summer vacation?

Yes.

What about you?

Are you ready to start
our senior year together,

you and me?

Dylan.

Welcome home, Brenda.

Woo!

Yeah!

All right!

Thank you, um...

Let's all take a break now.

We'll be back.

I'm sorry, I'll be back
in, uh, 15 minutes.

Thanks.

Brandon,

Andrea told me you
sent Brooke packing?

Yup.

She's all yours, buddy.

I can't believe you dumped her.

What was I gonna do?

Drive down to Palos
Verdes every weekend?

It was a summer fling, man.

No big deal. Yeah.

Well, anyway, I guess it's
better we're available now

for all those
pretty young things

that are gonna be starting
Beverly and West Beverly.

You got that.

See you, bro. Later.

Hey, Brandon.

You look like you're having
as good a night as I am.

What's your excuse?

Ah, where should I start?

The trip I didn't
take, the job I had,

or the perfect girl

who turned out
to be anything but.

I don't know, Kel.

Basically, a whole
summer came and went.

I don't have anything
to show for it.

Well, you got a good tan.

Thanks, Kelly.

I feel better already.

You're welcome.

Silver!

I didn't know you were
such a crooner, my brother!

Thank you.

David, you were wonderful.

Thanks. Hey, everybody,

here's to Silver's
music career. Hey, hey.

And here's to Andrea,

for building the best
sand sculpture this side

of the San Andreas
Fault at least.

And I have a special toast.

It took me going
halfway around the world

to realize that I have
the best bunch of friends

a girl could ever have.

Aww.

And I love you all.

Especially you.

Well, uh...

here's to us.

And our senior year.

Which starts in
exactly six days,

eight hours and...

24 minutes.

Well,

at least we'll rule
the school this year.

I can't believe
summer's almost over.

Yeah, but we'll
always have Paris.

Right.

Hi.

Dylan, look,

you don't have to keep
checking up on me.

That's not what I'm doing.

I just want to thank
you again for yesterday.

That was yesterday?

Kelly...

you know, you're a smart lady.

Dylan, I'm happy for you...

and for Brenda.

You guys belong together.

So let's just leave
it alone, okay?

But where does
that leave you, Kel?

We can't have it both ways.

So, you're telling me
just go back to Brenda

and forget everything
that happened?

We'll always have Paris.

It is not funny anymore.

I guess nothing lasts forever.

Kelly...