Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 4, Episode 25 - The Time Has Come Today - full transcript
When the rest of the gang takes off on a ski weekend, Brenda stays behind and discovers an old diary that belonged to a young woman who once lived in the Walsh house with her parents and brother in the late 1960s, in which Brenda imagines herself and the gang as the girl Wendy and the gang as her hippie friends.
All you gotta do
is go up to Nat and say,
"Nat, look, I've been coming here
a long time,
and I gotta tell you, as a friend,
you gotta update the jukebox.
This music is...
It's out of a time warp. "
- Well, I don't think it's gonna work.
- Of course it will work.
All you gotta do is act sincere
when you talk to Nat.
He loves that stuff.
Steve.
Tell him that none of us
can relate to this music anymore.
Well, I don't think now would be
the best time to tell Nat about this.
Why not?
- Hi, Nat.
- Hi.
You really like
listening to this music, huh?
Like I always say,
if you can remember the '60s...
I had a feeling
he was gonna say that.
Donna, I cannot go to Mammoth.
I have a lot of reading to do.
So you can take all your books.
Bren, we had fun
going down the slopes in Big Bear.
You had fun.
I was on my butt the whole time.
- Oh, wait till you try it.
- And she will.
Yeah, I said I'd probably go
if it's not too cold.
It won't be,
and so even if we don't go skiing,
they have all these natural hot springs,
great restaurants, it'll be fun.
Hey, I'm not the one
trying to get my deposit back.
Seriously, Bren, I mean,
if I can take a week
and not go surfing
and go out with you guys,
you cannot pull out
this late in the game.
Look, I wanna go.
- So go.
- I can't.
What, you can't?
What do you mean, you can't?
Are you grounded?
No, not technically,
but my parents wanna know
when I'm finally gonna learn
how to set limits for myself.
Can't you tell them you'll do that
after you're back from spring break?
Yeah, tell them you need a weekend
away with your friends
and we'll straighten you out.
You want me to talk to them?
No, I'm just gonna stay here.
Hello.
Oh, hi, Donna.
Yeah, I picked up my skis,
they're waxed, I'm psyched.
How about you?
I hear you.
Let me see what I can do. Bye.
- Who was that?
- That was Donna.
She was wondering
if there's anything she could do
to help change your mind
about Brenda and the ski trip.
What about Brenda and the ski trip?
You mean she's not grounded?
- No.
- No.
Hi, guys.
- How are you doing?
- Apparently, better than you.
Yeah, we're sorry to hear
you got grounded.
Who called?
Donna.
Look, I'm sorry.
I got backed into a corner,
I needed an excuse.
You were the first thing
that popped into my head.
Would you like to be grounded?
I don't care.
As long as I don't have to go
skiing again.
You know,
in the time that we lived here,
this bench
has become completely warped.
I think
you've become completely warped.
Brenda,
just answer me one question.
What am I supposed to say
to all our friends
when we're riding up on the chair lift
and they ask me,
"What's wrong with Brenda?
How come she flaked on us?"
What am I supposed to say?
"Oh, don't worry about Brenda.
Sure, she lied through her teeth
about being grounded,
but she only did it
to spare your feelings. "
Well, you could tell them
that I am grounded.
Why don't you
tell them that yourself?
Brandon.
Please don't be mad at me.
I'm going through a lot of stuff now.
You're always going through
some stuff, Brenda,
and you're always going to extremes.
You know what I'm saying?
Now, I don't know
about everybody else,
but I'm getting real tired
of dealing with it.
Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired
of dealing with it too.
Have fun in Mammoth.
Good morning.
Oh, I was just writing you a note,
but now that you're up,
you have one last chance
to come to the swap meet with us.
- Where is it again?
- Pasadena, the Rose Bowl.
- You and Daddy go.
- Oh, come on.
You know, all I really wanna do
is go for a bike ride, take a bath,
try and find something good to read.
Just try not to think too much.
Okay.
Dear Diary, when I was 10 years old,
I made a vow never to keep a diary.
I mean, is there anything more '50s
and repressed
than pouring your heart
to some little black book
you hide under your mattress?
But the times, they are a-changing,
and we all need somebody to love.
So hello, Diary, I'm Wendy,
and my New Year's resolution
is not to be so uptight.
And make 1968
the best year of my life.
January 2nd.
Went to the Peach Pit last night.
Got in a fight with Peter.
Got in a fight with Will.
Got in a fight with Michelle.
Are we starting to see a pattern here,
Diary?
The truth is,
my friends don't understand me at all.
Brenda?
We're off.
Mom, you will not believe what I found
underneath the window seat.
We won't be late. Love you.
Bye.
Dear Diary,
I wonder if any future historians
will trace the fall
of Western civilization
to the moment my parents started
watching the Vietnam War for dinner.
I mean, my family has always been
one part Father Knows Best,
one part Twilight Zone.
I can't describe what it's like
to sit there,
watching the Tet Offensive
night after night,
while we eat our TV dinners
in total silence.
And no one says anything
to anyone
until there's a commercial.
The communists have definitely
infiltrated the antiwar movement.
My brother Will is a little to the right
of Attila the Hun.
He always has to talk first.
And you can bet they're dancing
in the streets in Moscow and Hanoi.
Although I usually disagree
with his political pronouncements,
I hardly ever say anything,
because I hate it
when he and Daddy gang up on me.
If that's what you honestly believe,
you don't know anything.
You're naive.
You live in an ivory tower.
Tell her, Dad.
She's naive.
She lives in an ivory tower.
The gravy on this turkey is different,
isn't it?
- It's new and improved.
- Groovy.
- Far-out.
- Fantastic.
It's going to take courage to tell them.
March 31 st.
Dear Diary, if any of your friends
ever wanna know
what the generation gap
is all about,
just send them to my house
for 15 minutes.
There we were, with our TV dinners,
watching LBJ assuring all of us
that we were winning the war in Asia,
when all hell broke loose.
- I'll get it.
- I'll get it. It's probably for me.
If that's who I think it is,
tell him to get a haircut.
- Hey, what's happening?
- We're still eating.
You weren't supposed
to pick me up until they left.
Well, time has become
an irrelevant concept to me, I'm sorry.
Wendy, who's out there?
Oh, it's Ho Chi Minh, Dr. Edwards.
Wendy, would you come here,
please?
Give me a second.
Yeah.
With America's future under challenge
right here at home.
I thought we made it perfectly clear
that Peter Brinkley is not allowed
in this house.
He's not in the house, Daddy.
He's outside by his van.
Thanks for dinner, Mom.
- Where are you going?
- To the library.
Not dressed like that, you're not.
Since when did we start
letting her wear miniskirts?
I won't be home late.
That's right, you won't,
because you're not going
with that crumbum.
Peter is a serious thinker, Daddy.
You just don't like his politics.
I don't like him. He's a crumbum.
He is not a crumbum.
Honey, I think
you might wanna listen to this.
Oh, man, Rowan and Martin
are so much funnier
than the Smothers Brothers.
Especially when Goldie goes,
"Sock it to me, sock it to me. "
I like that part
when Sammy Davis Jr. Comes down.
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
- You know me.
- You know me.
Commander in Chief will resign
and these guys are doing jokes
from a television show.
My Natale's the same.
Oh, yeah, he got two lines
in a Glenn Ford movie,
now he's too big
to work here anymore.
Well, you know, Sal,
with LBJ out of the picture,
there's gonna be a shakeup
at the Pentagon.
Who knows, we might have this thing
won by Christmas.
That'd be great.
That's a good boy,
not like the rest of these son of a...
Why don't you guys go sit down?
I'm gonna change the music.
It's so crowded.
Oh, Maryanne Bagley
from the Alpha House just walked in.
- Maryanne Bagley is a prude.
- Oh, but she's so fine.
Just go make a move.
You know what you gotta do to score.
I do?
Oh, Seth, come on.
You read Playboy, don't you?
We're living in the middle
of a sexual revolution here, big guy.
The chicks dig it
almost as much as guys do.
We just have to help them
get into the right frame of mind.
Go ask her what sign she is.
What sign?
That's how Hefner does it.
Right.
- Hi, Maryanne.
- Yes, Seth?
So, what's your sign?
Oh, well, this one says,
"War is not healthy for children
and other living things. "
And this one says,
"Vote for Bobby. "
Pretty groovy, huh?
Yeah.
You were collecting signatures
for Bobby Kennedy
at a Simon and Garfunkel concert?
Yeah, we want him to get on the ballot
in time for the primary.
Why?
Well, so he can get elected president
and end this stinking war, that's why.
Excuse me, I was having
a conversation with my sister.
Now, what were you saying
about Bobby Kennedy?
I was saying we want him
to end this stinking war.
"You don't have to be a weatherman
to know which way the wind blows. "
Time has come for a change
and something's happening.
I'll tell you what's happening.
What's happening
is you're out of here, all of you.
Nobody gonna make a hippie joint
out of my diner.
You tell him, Sallie.
Love it or leave it.
- I say we leave it.
- I say we boycott.
You just violated our civil rights,
Mr. Bussichio.
Oh, yeah?
Well, you just violated my stomach.
And to show you
I got no hard feelings,
Will, get him the record to take,
so I don't gotta hear no more.
Now get out of here, all of you!
You keep your record, man.
You keep your stinking jukebox.
Come on, let's go.
Will, I'm sorry.
You're not gonna tell Mom and Dad,
are you?
After that night,
I knew that nothing
would ever be the same
between me and my brother again.
Hell, after that night,
nothing would be the same
for anybody again.
Dear Diary, I know I promised
to drop you a note every day,
but the last two weeks
have been insane.
The California primary is tomorrow.
When the polls close,
a lot of the volunteers
are going down to Rancho Park
for a private victory celebration
before heading over to
the Ambassador Hotel to see Bobby.
Peter says the world will be watching
what happens in California.
Peter has started going out
with Michelle.
They're sleeping together.
They're talking about
living together someday.
Is it any wonder
why I have a broken heart?
You know, this tree has been here
longer than the missionaries.
I mean,
it was here before Warner Bros.
I bet you if we cut it open, it would tell
the story of this planet in its rings.
Peter, this is a sycamore tree.
It's not a sequoia.
It's probably
not more than 30 years old.
You really can't trust anything
over 30.
Well, maybe we could strip the bark
and roll it up and smoke it.
That would be really trippy.
I got a lighter.
Well, I have a joint.
Is that real?
Acapulco gold.
Let's try it.
Come on, just this once, please.
You heard the lady. Light her up.
I don't think this is a good idea.
I'll go talk to her.
She's probably just worried
about getting busted.
- Hey, Wendy, come on, I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.
It's just, you know,
if I'm near it, I'll wanna try it.
Well, it's okay.
Just, you know, take one hit.
That's all I'm gonna do.
You don't even have to inhale.
Knowing me,
I'd probably just flip out.
I'll see you at the victory party.
You scared me. What's wrong?
Robert Kennedy has been shot.
So can I interest you
in a piece of pie?
Oh, please, I'm stuffed.
I couldn't put another morsel of food
in my mouth.
Well, unless, of course,
the baby wants some.
- Hi, Bren.
- Hello, Natale.
Natale?
That was your billing in
Fate is the Hunter. Did you know
- Nat was in a Glenn Ford movie?
- No.
What, have you been picking through
the archives?
Better than that. I found this old diary
from a girl who used to hang out here
in the 1960s.
Let me see.
- Who is she?
- Wendy Edwards.
Her brother Will worked here
in the spring of '68.
Oh, yeah. I remember him.
I think.
Look at these numbers,
134, ten, 66, 72...
Hey, no fair, peeking.
You have to read a diary in sequence.
Sorry, it looks like a code to me.
Well, all I know is that
Wendy Edwards went to CU,
she grew up in my house
and lived in my room.
Really? That's wild.
Yeah, I feel kind of weird, though,
like I'm invading her privacy.
I mean, this is her personal diary.
Well, I bet you could track
the real Wendy down
at the Registrar's Office.
Well, actually, I was thinking
of going to the research library,
looking her up
in an old yearbook or something.
- That sounds like a plan.
- Good.
Is that the original jukebox?
I don't know.
Which one of these guys is Sal?
The one under the clock.
Not at all like I pictured him.
- Any luck?
- I'm sorry.
Just as I suspected.
We haven't transferred
the student yearbooks to microfilm yet.
You're gonna have to go up
to the sixth floor
and see what we have in the stacks.
Thanks.
What years are you looking for?
Well, she probably would've graduated
in 1969, if she graduated at all.
Didn't a lot of kids
take time off back then
to get their heads together?
"Tune in, turn on and drop out. "
Where were you
during those years?
Well, I was in junior high,
but I did come here
for the big hippie Be-In
that was going on in the main quad.
When was that?
March 31 st, 1969.
One year after Lyndon Johnson
announced his resignation.
That's right.
Here it is.
This is what Wendy Edwards had
to say about the great hippie Be-In.
Dear Diary,
I honestly don't think
I was cut out to be a hippie.
I don't get high.
I despise acid rock.
And I don't think there's
anything particularly liberating
about growing hair
under my armpits.
Having said that,
let me say that the Be-In
was definitely a cosmic happening,
especially if you were a dog.
Or Michelle.
I can't help it.
I look at her and I wanna be her.
I wanna be the one
playing the tambourine.
Lovely. Guys, excellent job.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Or standing next to Peter
when he's there doing what he can
to raise everyone's consciousness
about the war.
Did I say everyone?
What I should have said
is everyone but one.
Will, don't take this the wrong way,
but I don't know,
a lot of chicks don't respond to a guy
who comes to a love-in
dressed in an ROTC uniform.
He's blowing it.
Yeah, right on.
That's what I wanna hear.
You know, I know
it's a rhetorical question,
but, hey, somebody had to ask it.
The real question is,
do you people believe
in the Constitution
of the United States of America?
Oh, this man has been brainwashed,
people,
by the military-industrial complex.
Do you believe
that freedom is worth fighting for?
Worth dying for?
Listen to that.
He's ready to drop napalm
on the Mekong Delta.
Forget the lies they've been telling you
about the war in Vietnam.
It is legal, it is moral
and it is winnable.
Do the words My Lai massacre
mean anything to you, officer, huh?
By the time I got up to the podium,
Peter and Will were engaged
in mortal combat.
They'd probably still be at it
if Michelle hadn't lost it
right in front
of the whole damn Be-In.
I mean, she just fell apart,
said she couldn't handle
the bad vibes, so Peter called it quits.
But first, he made a point of calling
my brother a fascist,
who, in turn, call Peter a traitor.
And then they glared at each other,
and then they glared at me.
Peace.
And then
they went their separate ways.
Peace.
"Sometimes it's hard to believe
they were ever best friends. "
Boy, that's powerful stuff.
Yeah, it's all like that.
Your attention, please.
The library will be closing
in five minutes.
- Oh, no.
- Don't worry.
I'll go up to the stacks
and pull everything you need.
- It'll all be here tomorrow morning.
- Thanks.
That'll give me time
to catch up on reading.
- Enjoy it.
- Bye.
At this stage in my life,
the last thing I wanted to do
was ask my brother Will for a favor.
But when push comes to shove,
you gotta go with the flow.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How was 2001?
It was a real space odyssey.
Know the part when Hal,
the computer, flips out?
- Yeah.
- Well, so did Michelle.
It was a real bummer,
so we had to leave.
She flipped out?
What was the matter?
Was she on something?
Well...
She took some LSD.
Well, did you take her
to the emergency room?
No, we brought her here.
Why did you bring her here?
The only way to get her to maintain
was to promise her
a chocolate shake.
I mean, she's coming now.
She should be fine.
- Where is she now?
- In Peter's van.
- Did she get the drugs from that guy?
- No.
What about you?
Did you do any acid tonight?
You know I don't do psychedelics.
Well, except for that time
I did mushrooms in Tuna Canyon.
All right.
All right, you can bring her in.
I'll stay with her, talk her down,
fix her some food, whatever it takes.
But Peter's gotta wait outside.
Thanks.
I knew my brother would volunteer
to take care of Michelle.
The fact is
he always had a crush on her,
but was too shy
to do anything about it.
Hey, Michelle.
Me, on the other hand,
I wear my heart like a wheel.
Peter.
Peter, we can't do this.
For sure we can, Wendy.
You've just gotta live in the moment.
I mean, nothing can be more beautiful
or spiritual or existentially pure
than two bodies and souls
melding into one.
Yeah, but if Michelle hadn't OD'd,
she would have been the one
here melding.
Okay, so Michelle's into her own trip,
but you know what?
She's not into that bourgeois
monogamy thing and neither am I.
I just wanna be free
and spontaneous.
I wanna be it with you.
If you can't be with the one you love,
love the one you're with?
You know I don't wanna do anything
to bum you out or to hassle you.
And I don't wanna make you do
anything that you don't wanna do.
I just wanna make love to you.
Yeah, sweet love.
Why do I get so possessive, Diary?
Why am I so insecure?
I couldn't let him go all the way,
not while he's still with Michelle.
I lost what could have been
the great love of my life tonight.
I lost Peter Brinkley forever.
I'm surprised
Brenda didn't leave the lights on.
Yeah, she must have left early.
You think we paid too much for it?
No, it's a great piece. It's unique.
- Well, maybe 5 percent.
- Yeah.
- Honey, you're here.
- Hey.
What's wrong?
I love Dylan.
That's why
I didn't go away with them.
Poor Wendy.
Who's Wendy?
I think she's losing it.
Dear Diary,
sometimes I don't recognize myself
in the mirror anymore,
and I can't figure out
if that's bad or that's good.
I just have to learn
how to stop living up
to other people's expectations.
And learn how to stop
being so hard on myself.
Today was a good day, though.
I met Maryanne and Michelle
over at the Pit for old times' sake.
What a scene.
Sit down.
Especially
with Ronnie and Seth lurking about.
Look at them over there.
Two years ago,
they were pledging the same sorority.
Now that sorority folded.
Michelle Carson's on the pill.
How do you know she's on the pill?
That's not important now, is it?
What's important here is you.
From listening to your rap,
I can tell you...
I'm horny.
I told you Maryanne Bagley
was a prude.
I know, I know.
There's just something about her
that keeps me hanging on.
I'm gonna take her to the Donovan
concert at the Bowl tonight,
see if I can turn things around.
Well, then, tonight is the night
for the full-court press.
Yeah, well, unfortunately,
she's not into contact sports.
Oh, yes, she is.
You just have to find out
the games people play
and have a little faith.
Well, thank you, Reverend Ike.
Laugh all you want, I'm a believer.
You tell a girl
something she wants to hear,
you'll get what you want.
Yeah, well, the hard part
is figuring out what they wanna hear.
No, you make that up
as you go along.
The hard part
is trying to convince them
to stay in your dorm room
after curfew.
That's what's hard.
I really loved
the way he did this in concert.
Yeah, Donovan's a genius.
You wanna hear it again?
Oh, I'd love to, but...
Well what about the other side?
We could hear that once more.
I don't know. It's getting late, isn't it?
I don't know, is it?
No, it's only 11:30.
Well, that can't be.
I mean, the concert ended at 11.
Oh, yeah, you're right.
Someone must've accidentally
unplugged my clock radio.
I'll find out what time it is.
At the sound of the tone,
the time will be...
Oh, you're not gonna believe this.
It's 2:15.
Oh, my God, Seth.
You've gotta get me out of here.
It's after hours.
You kidding, you wanna get busted?
The R.A.'s are right by the elevator.
I mean, we could get kicked out
of school. We could get demerits.
What are we gonna do?
And what they did, of course,
was turn out the lights
and go to sleep.
Except they didn't go to sleep,
which turned out to be
a total bummer in the extreme.
For after Maryanne gave in
and went all the way with Seth,
he never spoke to her again.
Feeling any better, honey?
Oh, a lot better, thanks.
A hot bath was an excellent
suggestion, very life-affirming.
Very '60s.
Your mother was telling me
about that diary.
Oh, I cannot put it down.
I mean, even though
it happened 25 years ago,
I can relate to practically everything
that Wendy went through.
- I bet we could relate to some of that.
- Yeah, you would.
Actually, there's one part in it
that I wanna read to you, come on in.
There's this part
where she wrote
about war and
the Student Mobilization Committee.
It sounds a lot like the way
that your father was with you.
Lot of cursing, huh?
Well, Wendy's brother kicked in
the television set.
Here it is.
"Dear Diary, in Asia,
the Vietnamese people
are supposedly fighting
for the right of self-determination. "
At my house in flats of Beverly Hills,
I am fighting for the right to exist.
I'm sorry, this is just more of that
same old left-wing rhetoric
that's tearing this country apart.
You see, you ask him a question,
all you get is a lecture.
For Pete's sake, Will,
answer your sister
so I can eat my chicken tetrazzini
in peace for a change.
I forgot what the question was.
The question is,
did you need my permission
when you joined
the Officers Training Corps?
That's not the point.
- Yes or no?
- No.
So why do I need your permission
to go to a peaceful rally?
Because it's not gonna be
a peaceful rally.
That's not true, Will.
Dad, this is just another way
for Peter Brinkley and the SDS
to try to shut down the university.
Not true.
It's gonna backfire.
You'll see, it's gonna become
a violent demonstration.
The rally is sponsored
by the American Friends Committee,
the Newman Center
and the Academic Senate.
That is hardly the vanguard
of the New American Revolution.
All right, the real question is,
are you gonna come
and watch my graduation?
How can I possibly do that?
It's easy.
You don't go
to your damn demonstration.
You go with Mom and Dad
to the base
and you clap for me
when I get my commission.
Will.
And not because you support the war,
but because I'm your brother.
You know, we can't even parade
around the campus
because of your rally.
You know how that makes me feel?
Book him, Danno!
Will, I was watching that program.
Do you see
what you've done to this family?
In hindsight, I can't help but wonder
if Peter and some
of the other student leaders
hadn't used the rally as a pretext to
take over the administration building
and see themselves
on the evening news.
But in all fairness,
there was a real sense of community
on the campus that night.
And a sense that our voices
would be heard,
and our policy demands
would be accepted,
and the fate of the world would
be forever changed because of it.
Wait a minute!
What happened to all my soldiers?
What happened to their draft cards?
Beats me, Uncle Sam.
But as time wore on,
I became overwhelmed
with an impending sense of dread
that the only thing
that was gonna happen that night
was that most of us
were gonna get our heads bashed in.
- Excuse me.
- Wendy, we've been looking for you.
- We don't wanna get arrested.
- Me neither, but I have to find Peter.
Okay, we'll be in the quad.
- Wendy, are you holding?
- What?
- Do you have any grass?
- No.
Just keep your bandannas wet,
everything will be all right, okay?
- Don't freak out on me.
- I don't wanna get arrested.
You won't.
That's not what's going on here.
Peter, look out!
"I was charged with trespassing
and resisting arrest.
Fortunately, the charges against me
and the other students,
including Peter, were dropped.
Unfortunately, my brother and his unit
shipped out to Da Nang that morning
and I never got the chance
to say goodbye. "
Yeah, that's what it was like.
Mom, Dad, peace.
- Good night, honey.
- Good night.
Good night.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Hey there.
- You got a good night's sleep.
I did. I dreamt I went to Disneyland
with Judy Collins and Joan Baez,
and we wound up singing folk songs
on the Matterhorn.
It sounds like this diary
is really getting to you.
I might as well be Wendy Edwards.
I mean, think about it.
We had the same room,
we both got arrested
and got the charges dropped.
Thank God.
And we both let ourselves
get hung up on guys with sideburns.
But you have
a much better relationship
with your brother than she did.
Well, actually,
they ended up making amends.
He wrote her this incredible letter
from Vietnam.
Here, let me read it to you.
"Dear Wendy, thanks for the tapes. "
You don't know how much it means
to hear from you,
especially since we weren't
on such good terms when I left.
I've gotta confess,
I wasn't really prepared
for how disorienting
everything is over here.
Morale is pretty low,
and even I'm counting the days
till we can get over to Bangkok
for some R and R.
But until then, we got a job to do,
so there's no use in complaining.
Besides, I'm not sure
anybody's listening anymore.
I love you. I miss you.
Will.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get
your guys' day started the wrong way.
No, no, no.
Just brings back a lot of memories.
Yeah.
Makes me want
to turn back the clock
and start over again.
Yeah, it makes me
wanna find the real Wendy Edwards.
Hi.
Oh, hi. I was expecting you.
Did you find her in the yearbook?
Well, it's so disorganized up there
I was lucky to find the elevator.
- You're kidding.
- Never fear.
I have a friend who works
at the Alumni House,
and she gave me
the last known address for her.
I can't believe
I'm gonna meet Wendy.
So tell me, what's the first thing
you're gonna ask her?
What do the numbers
134, ten, 66 and 72 mean?
- What?
- Look.
This is her last entry,
July 18th, 1969.
There's these numbers.
I mean, they just came out of nowhere.
Well, you know what happened
July 18th, 1969?
Yeah, I do.
Did you order a pizza?
One pepperoni and one mushroom.
What kind of crust?
For God's sake, Pippa.
There's a man walking on the moon
and you're talking about pizza.
There's money in my purse.
Peter?
Long time no see.
How have you been?
How have you been?
It's been kind of intense.
Yeah, I was worried about you.
Wendy, who's out there?
It's Neil Armstrong, Dr. Edwards.
Wendy!
You know,
you're always getting me in hot water.
Well, I just wanted to come
and say goodbye.
You're leaving?
Yeah,
I'm gonna drive across the country.
Far-out. By yourself?
No, with Michelle.
Before we broke up,
we made this pact
that we'd go
to this rock festival back East,
so we're still gonna go.
You're going to Woodstock?
I got plenty of room in the van
if you wanna go.
I don't think
Michelle would appreciate that.
Yeah,
I don't even think Michelle will notice.
What? Is she always tripping?
Yeah, she's pretty out there lately.
After the concert, she wants
to backpack around Europe,
or something.
Go live in a commune
in the Greek Isles.
And what are you gonna do?
I'm not coming back either.
I was thinking maybe Canada.
To live?
If I stay here,
they're gonna draft me for sure.
Would you come with me, Wendy?
Please?
So, what did she do?
She wrote down these numbers.
When you find out what they mean,
will you let me know?
I promise.
Say hi to Wendy for me.
Bye.
Wendy?
Yes?
I think I have something
that belongs to you.
Oh, my.
You know, we got pretty whacked
by the quake out here,
but looking at this
after all these years...
God. It's a real jolt too,
let me tell you.
I always assumed
my mother threw it away.
Now I'd be too embarrassed
to show it to her.
Is that Pippa?
Yeah.
And that's my son Brian,
his girlfriend, Michelle.
Michelle?
Isn't that ironic?
What happened to her?
She burned out early.
Died of a heroin overdose in '71,
I think it was.
Do you have a photograph of her?
Let me see
if I can find my old yearbook.
That's Michelle?
She was very pretty, wasn't she?
I thought she was a blond.
No.
No.
Oh, Maryanne was a blond.
That's Maryanne?
- With Seth and Ronnie.
- No way.
Yeah, that's them.
Well, in my imagination,
they looked a lot different.
Are you guys still close?
At this point, I think
it's fair to say we've all lost touch.
Even with Peter?
I see his credit on the TV sometimes,
but that's it.
What does he do?
He's a writer.
What about your brother?
How's Will?
Will.
Will never made it home.
Do you have any brothers and sisters,
Brenda?
A brother.
Are you close?
I would like to think we are.
Keep working at it.
Times change, people change.
It's so damn easy
to take things for granted.
So when things settle down next week,
I'll give you a call.
Definitely.
I'll give you tour of the old homestead,
buy you a burger or something.
I'd like that.
Oh, you know what, I almost forgot.
In your last entry, you had
a bunch of numbers written down.
One-thirty-four, ten, 66...
Yeah, what were those?
Those are the numbers of the roads
we took to get to Woodstock.
You went to Woodstock?
Yeah.
Cool.
You take care of yourself, Brenda.
You too.
You know, when I told you
you could borrow my car,
I didn't think you'd take me up on it.
What are you doing here?
We're all here.
- Because it was raining.
- There wasn't much snow.
Yup, and it is sunny
and 80 degrees in Palm Springs.
- My grandparents said come on down.
- And you too if you wanna come.
- Far-out.
- Far-out?
What's this?
You rented the movie Woodstock?
- Yeah.
- Both parts?
What are you doing
calling your sister "Woodstock"?
- That'd make you Snoopy, wouldn't it?
- Let's check it out.
is go up to Nat and say,
"Nat, look, I've been coming here
a long time,
and I gotta tell you, as a friend,
you gotta update the jukebox.
This music is...
It's out of a time warp. "
- Well, I don't think it's gonna work.
- Of course it will work.
All you gotta do is act sincere
when you talk to Nat.
He loves that stuff.
Steve.
Tell him that none of us
can relate to this music anymore.
Well, I don't think now would be
the best time to tell Nat about this.
Why not?
- Hi, Nat.
- Hi.
You really like
listening to this music, huh?
Like I always say,
if you can remember the '60s...
I had a feeling
he was gonna say that.
Donna, I cannot go to Mammoth.
I have a lot of reading to do.
So you can take all your books.
Bren, we had fun
going down the slopes in Big Bear.
You had fun.
I was on my butt the whole time.
- Oh, wait till you try it.
- And she will.
Yeah, I said I'd probably go
if it's not too cold.
It won't be,
and so even if we don't go skiing,
they have all these natural hot springs,
great restaurants, it'll be fun.
Hey, I'm not the one
trying to get my deposit back.
Seriously, Bren, I mean,
if I can take a week
and not go surfing
and go out with you guys,
you cannot pull out
this late in the game.
Look, I wanna go.
- So go.
- I can't.
What, you can't?
What do you mean, you can't?
Are you grounded?
No, not technically,
but my parents wanna know
when I'm finally gonna learn
how to set limits for myself.
Can't you tell them you'll do that
after you're back from spring break?
Yeah, tell them you need a weekend
away with your friends
and we'll straighten you out.
You want me to talk to them?
No, I'm just gonna stay here.
Hello.
Oh, hi, Donna.
Yeah, I picked up my skis,
they're waxed, I'm psyched.
How about you?
I hear you.
Let me see what I can do. Bye.
- Who was that?
- That was Donna.
She was wondering
if there's anything she could do
to help change your mind
about Brenda and the ski trip.
What about Brenda and the ski trip?
You mean she's not grounded?
- No.
- No.
Hi, guys.
- How are you doing?
- Apparently, better than you.
Yeah, we're sorry to hear
you got grounded.
Who called?
Donna.
Look, I'm sorry.
I got backed into a corner,
I needed an excuse.
You were the first thing
that popped into my head.
Would you like to be grounded?
I don't care.
As long as I don't have to go
skiing again.
You know,
in the time that we lived here,
this bench
has become completely warped.
I think
you've become completely warped.
Brenda,
just answer me one question.
What am I supposed to say
to all our friends
when we're riding up on the chair lift
and they ask me,
"What's wrong with Brenda?
How come she flaked on us?"
What am I supposed to say?
"Oh, don't worry about Brenda.
Sure, she lied through her teeth
about being grounded,
but she only did it
to spare your feelings. "
Well, you could tell them
that I am grounded.
Why don't you
tell them that yourself?
Brandon.
Please don't be mad at me.
I'm going through a lot of stuff now.
You're always going through
some stuff, Brenda,
and you're always going to extremes.
You know what I'm saying?
Now, I don't know
about everybody else,
but I'm getting real tired
of dealing with it.
Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired
of dealing with it too.
Have fun in Mammoth.
Good morning.
Oh, I was just writing you a note,
but now that you're up,
you have one last chance
to come to the swap meet with us.
- Where is it again?
- Pasadena, the Rose Bowl.
- You and Daddy go.
- Oh, come on.
You know, all I really wanna do
is go for a bike ride, take a bath,
try and find something good to read.
Just try not to think too much.
Okay.
Dear Diary, when I was 10 years old,
I made a vow never to keep a diary.
I mean, is there anything more '50s
and repressed
than pouring your heart
to some little black book
you hide under your mattress?
But the times, they are a-changing,
and we all need somebody to love.
So hello, Diary, I'm Wendy,
and my New Year's resolution
is not to be so uptight.
And make 1968
the best year of my life.
January 2nd.
Went to the Peach Pit last night.
Got in a fight with Peter.
Got in a fight with Will.
Got in a fight with Michelle.
Are we starting to see a pattern here,
Diary?
The truth is,
my friends don't understand me at all.
Brenda?
We're off.
Mom, you will not believe what I found
underneath the window seat.
We won't be late. Love you.
Bye.
Dear Diary,
I wonder if any future historians
will trace the fall
of Western civilization
to the moment my parents started
watching the Vietnam War for dinner.
I mean, my family has always been
one part Father Knows Best,
one part Twilight Zone.
I can't describe what it's like
to sit there,
watching the Tet Offensive
night after night,
while we eat our TV dinners
in total silence.
And no one says anything
to anyone
until there's a commercial.
The communists have definitely
infiltrated the antiwar movement.
My brother Will is a little to the right
of Attila the Hun.
He always has to talk first.
And you can bet they're dancing
in the streets in Moscow and Hanoi.
Although I usually disagree
with his political pronouncements,
I hardly ever say anything,
because I hate it
when he and Daddy gang up on me.
If that's what you honestly believe,
you don't know anything.
You're naive.
You live in an ivory tower.
Tell her, Dad.
She's naive.
She lives in an ivory tower.
The gravy on this turkey is different,
isn't it?
- It's new and improved.
- Groovy.
- Far-out.
- Fantastic.
It's going to take courage to tell them.
March 31 st.
Dear Diary, if any of your friends
ever wanna know
what the generation gap
is all about,
just send them to my house
for 15 minutes.
There we were, with our TV dinners,
watching LBJ assuring all of us
that we were winning the war in Asia,
when all hell broke loose.
- I'll get it.
- I'll get it. It's probably for me.
If that's who I think it is,
tell him to get a haircut.
- Hey, what's happening?
- We're still eating.
You weren't supposed
to pick me up until they left.
Well, time has become
an irrelevant concept to me, I'm sorry.
Wendy, who's out there?
Oh, it's Ho Chi Minh, Dr. Edwards.
Wendy, would you come here,
please?
Give me a second.
Yeah.
With America's future under challenge
right here at home.
I thought we made it perfectly clear
that Peter Brinkley is not allowed
in this house.
He's not in the house, Daddy.
He's outside by his van.
Thanks for dinner, Mom.
- Where are you going?
- To the library.
Not dressed like that, you're not.
Since when did we start
letting her wear miniskirts?
I won't be home late.
That's right, you won't,
because you're not going
with that crumbum.
Peter is a serious thinker, Daddy.
You just don't like his politics.
I don't like him. He's a crumbum.
He is not a crumbum.
Honey, I think
you might wanna listen to this.
Oh, man, Rowan and Martin
are so much funnier
than the Smothers Brothers.
Especially when Goldie goes,
"Sock it to me, sock it to me. "
I like that part
when Sammy Davis Jr. Comes down.
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
- You know me.
- You know me.
Commander in Chief will resign
and these guys are doing jokes
from a television show.
My Natale's the same.
Oh, yeah, he got two lines
in a Glenn Ford movie,
now he's too big
to work here anymore.
Well, you know, Sal,
with LBJ out of the picture,
there's gonna be a shakeup
at the Pentagon.
Who knows, we might have this thing
won by Christmas.
That'd be great.
That's a good boy,
not like the rest of these son of a...
Why don't you guys go sit down?
I'm gonna change the music.
It's so crowded.
Oh, Maryanne Bagley
from the Alpha House just walked in.
- Maryanne Bagley is a prude.
- Oh, but she's so fine.
Just go make a move.
You know what you gotta do to score.
I do?
Oh, Seth, come on.
You read Playboy, don't you?
We're living in the middle
of a sexual revolution here, big guy.
The chicks dig it
almost as much as guys do.
We just have to help them
get into the right frame of mind.
Go ask her what sign she is.
What sign?
That's how Hefner does it.
Right.
- Hi, Maryanne.
- Yes, Seth?
So, what's your sign?
Oh, well, this one says,
"War is not healthy for children
and other living things. "
And this one says,
"Vote for Bobby. "
Pretty groovy, huh?
Yeah.
You were collecting signatures
for Bobby Kennedy
at a Simon and Garfunkel concert?
Yeah, we want him to get on the ballot
in time for the primary.
Why?
Well, so he can get elected president
and end this stinking war, that's why.
Excuse me, I was having
a conversation with my sister.
Now, what were you saying
about Bobby Kennedy?
I was saying we want him
to end this stinking war.
"You don't have to be a weatherman
to know which way the wind blows. "
Time has come for a change
and something's happening.
I'll tell you what's happening.
What's happening
is you're out of here, all of you.
Nobody gonna make a hippie joint
out of my diner.
You tell him, Sallie.
Love it or leave it.
- I say we leave it.
- I say we boycott.
You just violated our civil rights,
Mr. Bussichio.
Oh, yeah?
Well, you just violated my stomach.
And to show you
I got no hard feelings,
Will, get him the record to take,
so I don't gotta hear no more.
Now get out of here, all of you!
You keep your record, man.
You keep your stinking jukebox.
Come on, let's go.
Will, I'm sorry.
You're not gonna tell Mom and Dad,
are you?
After that night,
I knew that nothing
would ever be the same
between me and my brother again.
Hell, after that night,
nothing would be the same
for anybody again.
Dear Diary, I know I promised
to drop you a note every day,
but the last two weeks
have been insane.
The California primary is tomorrow.
When the polls close,
a lot of the volunteers
are going down to Rancho Park
for a private victory celebration
before heading over to
the Ambassador Hotel to see Bobby.
Peter says the world will be watching
what happens in California.
Peter has started going out
with Michelle.
They're sleeping together.
They're talking about
living together someday.
Is it any wonder
why I have a broken heart?
You know, this tree has been here
longer than the missionaries.
I mean,
it was here before Warner Bros.
I bet you if we cut it open, it would tell
the story of this planet in its rings.
Peter, this is a sycamore tree.
It's not a sequoia.
It's probably
not more than 30 years old.
You really can't trust anything
over 30.
Well, maybe we could strip the bark
and roll it up and smoke it.
That would be really trippy.
I got a lighter.
Well, I have a joint.
Is that real?
Acapulco gold.
Let's try it.
Come on, just this once, please.
You heard the lady. Light her up.
I don't think this is a good idea.
I'll go talk to her.
She's probably just worried
about getting busted.
- Hey, Wendy, come on, I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.
It's just, you know,
if I'm near it, I'll wanna try it.
Well, it's okay.
Just, you know, take one hit.
That's all I'm gonna do.
You don't even have to inhale.
Knowing me,
I'd probably just flip out.
I'll see you at the victory party.
You scared me. What's wrong?
Robert Kennedy has been shot.
So can I interest you
in a piece of pie?
Oh, please, I'm stuffed.
I couldn't put another morsel of food
in my mouth.
Well, unless, of course,
the baby wants some.
- Hi, Bren.
- Hello, Natale.
Natale?
That was your billing in
Fate is the Hunter. Did you know
- Nat was in a Glenn Ford movie?
- No.
What, have you been picking through
the archives?
Better than that. I found this old diary
from a girl who used to hang out here
in the 1960s.
Let me see.
- Who is she?
- Wendy Edwards.
Her brother Will worked here
in the spring of '68.
Oh, yeah. I remember him.
I think.
Look at these numbers,
134, ten, 66, 72...
Hey, no fair, peeking.
You have to read a diary in sequence.
Sorry, it looks like a code to me.
Well, all I know is that
Wendy Edwards went to CU,
she grew up in my house
and lived in my room.
Really? That's wild.
Yeah, I feel kind of weird, though,
like I'm invading her privacy.
I mean, this is her personal diary.
Well, I bet you could track
the real Wendy down
at the Registrar's Office.
Well, actually, I was thinking
of going to the research library,
looking her up
in an old yearbook or something.
- That sounds like a plan.
- Good.
Is that the original jukebox?
I don't know.
Which one of these guys is Sal?
The one under the clock.
Not at all like I pictured him.
- Any luck?
- I'm sorry.
Just as I suspected.
We haven't transferred
the student yearbooks to microfilm yet.
You're gonna have to go up
to the sixth floor
and see what we have in the stacks.
Thanks.
What years are you looking for?
Well, she probably would've graduated
in 1969, if she graduated at all.
Didn't a lot of kids
take time off back then
to get their heads together?
"Tune in, turn on and drop out. "
Where were you
during those years?
Well, I was in junior high,
but I did come here
for the big hippie Be-In
that was going on in the main quad.
When was that?
March 31 st, 1969.
One year after Lyndon Johnson
announced his resignation.
That's right.
Here it is.
This is what Wendy Edwards had
to say about the great hippie Be-In.
Dear Diary,
I honestly don't think
I was cut out to be a hippie.
I don't get high.
I despise acid rock.
And I don't think there's
anything particularly liberating
about growing hair
under my armpits.
Having said that,
let me say that the Be-In
was definitely a cosmic happening,
especially if you were a dog.
Or Michelle.
I can't help it.
I look at her and I wanna be her.
I wanna be the one
playing the tambourine.
Lovely. Guys, excellent job.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Or standing next to Peter
when he's there doing what he can
to raise everyone's consciousness
about the war.
Did I say everyone?
What I should have said
is everyone but one.
Will, don't take this the wrong way,
but I don't know,
a lot of chicks don't respond to a guy
who comes to a love-in
dressed in an ROTC uniform.
He's blowing it.
Yeah, right on.
That's what I wanna hear.
You know, I know
it's a rhetorical question,
but, hey, somebody had to ask it.
The real question is,
do you people believe
in the Constitution
of the United States of America?
Oh, this man has been brainwashed,
people,
by the military-industrial complex.
Do you believe
that freedom is worth fighting for?
Worth dying for?
Listen to that.
He's ready to drop napalm
on the Mekong Delta.
Forget the lies they've been telling you
about the war in Vietnam.
It is legal, it is moral
and it is winnable.
Do the words My Lai massacre
mean anything to you, officer, huh?
By the time I got up to the podium,
Peter and Will were engaged
in mortal combat.
They'd probably still be at it
if Michelle hadn't lost it
right in front
of the whole damn Be-In.
I mean, she just fell apart,
said she couldn't handle
the bad vibes, so Peter called it quits.
But first, he made a point of calling
my brother a fascist,
who, in turn, call Peter a traitor.
And then they glared at each other,
and then they glared at me.
Peace.
And then
they went their separate ways.
Peace.
"Sometimes it's hard to believe
they were ever best friends. "
Boy, that's powerful stuff.
Yeah, it's all like that.
Your attention, please.
The library will be closing
in five minutes.
- Oh, no.
- Don't worry.
I'll go up to the stacks
and pull everything you need.
- It'll all be here tomorrow morning.
- Thanks.
That'll give me time
to catch up on reading.
- Enjoy it.
- Bye.
At this stage in my life,
the last thing I wanted to do
was ask my brother Will for a favor.
But when push comes to shove,
you gotta go with the flow.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How was 2001?
It was a real space odyssey.
Know the part when Hal,
the computer, flips out?
- Yeah.
- Well, so did Michelle.
It was a real bummer,
so we had to leave.
She flipped out?
What was the matter?
Was she on something?
Well...
She took some LSD.
Well, did you take her
to the emergency room?
No, we brought her here.
Why did you bring her here?
The only way to get her to maintain
was to promise her
a chocolate shake.
I mean, she's coming now.
She should be fine.
- Where is she now?
- In Peter's van.
- Did she get the drugs from that guy?
- No.
What about you?
Did you do any acid tonight?
You know I don't do psychedelics.
Well, except for that time
I did mushrooms in Tuna Canyon.
All right.
All right, you can bring her in.
I'll stay with her, talk her down,
fix her some food, whatever it takes.
But Peter's gotta wait outside.
Thanks.
I knew my brother would volunteer
to take care of Michelle.
The fact is
he always had a crush on her,
but was too shy
to do anything about it.
Hey, Michelle.
Me, on the other hand,
I wear my heart like a wheel.
Peter.
Peter, we can't do this.
For sure we can, Wendy.
You've just gotta live in the moment.
I mean, nothing can be more beautiful
or spiritual or existentially pure
than two bodies and souls
melding into one.
Yeah, but if Michelle hadn't OD'd,
she would have been the one
here melding.
Okay, so Michelle's into her own trip,
but you know what?
She's not into that bourgeois
monogamy thing and neither am I.
I just wanna be free
and spontaneous.
I wanna be it with you.
If you can't be with the one you love,
love the one you're with?
You know I don't wanna do anything
to bum you out or to hassle you.
And I don't wanna make you do
anything that you don't wanna do.
I just wanna make love to you.
Yeah, sweet love.
Why do I get so possessive, Diary?
Why am I so insecure?
I couldn't let him go all the way,
not while he's still with Michelle.
I lost what could have been
the great love of my life tonight.
I lost Peter Brinkley forever.
I'm surprised
Brenda didn't leave the lights on.
Yeah, she must have left early.
You think we paid too much for it?
No, it's a great piece. It's unique.
- Well, maybe 5 percent.
- Yeah.
- Honey, you're here.
- Hey.
What's wrong?
I love Dylan.
That's why
I didn't go away with them.
Poor Wendy.
Who's Wendy?
I think she's losing it.
Dear Diary,
sometimes I don't recognize myself
in the mirror anymore,
and I can't figure out
if that's bad or that's good.
I just have to learn
how to stop living up
to other people's expectations.
And learn how to stop
being so hard on myself.
Today was a good day, though.
I met Maryanne and Michelle
over at the Pit for old times' sake.
What a scene.
Sit down.
Especially
with Ronnie and Seth lurking about.
Look at them over there.
Two years ago,
they were pledging the same sorority.
Now that sorority folded.
Michelle Carson's on the pill.
How do you know she's on the pill?
That's not important now, is it?
What's important here is you.
From listening to your rap,
I can tell you...
I'm horny.
I told you Maryanne Bagley
was a prude.
I know, I know.
There's just something about her
that keeps me hanging on.
I'm gonna take her to the Donovan
concert at the Bowl tonight,
see if I can turn things around.
Well, then, tonight is the night
for the full-court press.
Yeah, well, unfortunately,
she's not into contact sports.
Oh, yes, she is.
You just have to find out
the games people play
and have a little faith.
Well, thank you, Reverend Ike.
Laugh all you want, I'm a believer.
You tell a girl
something she wants to hear,
you'll get what you want.
Yeah, well, the hard part
is figuring out what they wanna hear.
No, you make that up
as you go along.
The hard part
is trying to convince them
to stay in your dorm room
after curfew.
That's what's hard.
I really loved
the way he did this in concert.
Yeah, Donovan's a genius.
You wanna hear it again?
Oh, I'd love to, but...
Well what about the other side?
We could hear that once more.
I don't know. It's getting late, isn't it?
I don't know, is it?
No, it's only 11:30.
Well, that can't be.
I mean, the concert ended at 11.
Oh, yeah, you're right.
Someone must've accidentally
unplugged my clock radio.
I'll find out what time it is.
At the sound of the tone,
the time will be...
Oh, you're not gonna believe this.
It's 2:15.
Oh, my God, Seth.
You've gotta get me out of here.
It's after hours.
You kidding, you wanna get busted?
The R.A.'s are right by the elevator.
I mean, we could get kicked out
of school. We could get demerits.
What are we gonna do?
And what they did, of course,
was turn out the lights
and go to sleep.
Except they didn't go to sleep,
which turned out to be
a total bummer in the extreme.
For after Maryanne gave in
and went all the way with Seth,
he never spoke to her again.
Feeling any better, honey?
Oh, a lot better, thanks.
A hot bath was an excellent
suggestion, very life-affirming.
Very '60s.
Your mother was telling me
about that diary.
Oh, I cannot put it down.
I mean, even though
it happened 25 years ago,
I can relate to practically everything
that Wendy went through.
- I bet we could relate to some of that.
- Yeah, you would.
Actually, there's one part in it
that I wanna read to you, come on in.
There's this part
where she wrote
about war and
the Student Mobilization Committee.
It sounds a lot like the way
that your father was with you.
Lot of cursing, huh?
Well, Wendy's brother kicked in
the television set.
Here it is.
"Dear Diary, in Asia,
the Vietnamese people
are supposedly fighting
for the right of self-determination. "
At my house in flats of Beverly Hills,
I am fighting for the right to exist.
I'm sorry, this is just more of that
same old left-wing rhetoric
that's tearing this country apart.
You see, you ask him a question,
all you get is a lecture.
For Pete's sake, Will,
answer your sister
so I can eat my chicken tetrazzini
in peace for a change.
I forgot what the question was.
The question is,
did you need my permission
when you joined
the Officers Training Corps?
That's not the point.
- Yes or no?
- No.
So why do I need your permission
to go to a peaceful rally?
Because it's not gonna be
a peaceful rally.
That's not true, Will.
Dad, this is just another way
for Peter Brinkley and the SDS
to try to shut down the university.
Not true.
It's gonna backfire.
You'll see, it's gonna become
a violent demonstration.
The rally is sponsored
by the American Friends Committee,
the Newman Center
and the Academic Senate.
That is hardly the vanguard
of the New American Revolution.
All right, the real question is,
are you gonna come
and watch my graduation?
How can I possibly do that?
It's easy.
You don't go
to your damn demonstration.
You go with Mom and Dad
to the base
and you clap for me
when I get my commission.
Will.
And not because you support the war,
but because I'm your brother.
You know, we can't even parade
around the campus
because of your rally.
You know how that makes me feel?
Book him, Danno!
Will, I was watching that program.
Do you see
what you've done to this family?
In hindsight, I can't help but wonder
if Peter and some
of the other student leaders
hadn't used the rally as a pretext to
take over the administration building
and see themselves
on the evening news.
But in all fairness,
there was a real sense of community
on the campus that night.
And a sense that our voices
would be heard,
and our policy demands
would be accepted,
and the fate of the world would
be forever changed because of it.
Wait a minute!
What happened to all my soldiers?
What happened to their draft cards?
Beats me, Uncle Sam.
But as time wore on,
I became overwhelmed
with an impending sense of dread
that the only thing
that was gonna happen that night
was that most of us
were gonna get our heads bashed in.
- Excuse me.
- Wendy, we've been looking for you.
- We don't wanna get arrested.
- Me neither, but I have to find Peter.
Okay, we'll be in the quad.
- Wendy, are you holding?
- What?
- Do you have any grass?
- No.
Just keep your bandannas wet,
everything will be all right, okay?
- Don't freak out on me.
- I don't wanna get arrested.
You won't.
That's not what's going on here.
Peter, look out!
"I was charged with trespassing
and resisting arrest.
Fortunately, the charges against me
and the other students,
including Peter, were dropped.
Unfortunately, my brother and his unit
shipped out to Da Nang that morning
and I never got the chance
to say goodbye. "
Yeah, that's what it was like.
Mom, Dad, peace.
- Good night, honey.
- Good night.
Good night.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Hey there.
- You got a good night's sleep.
I did. I dreamt I went to Disneyland
with Judy Collins and Joan Baez,
and we wound up singing folk songs
on the Matterhorn.
It sounds like this diary
is really getting to you.
I might as well be Wendy Edwards.
I mean, think about it.
We had the same room,
we both got arrested
and got the charges dropped.
Thank God.
And we both let ourselves
get hung up on guys with sideburns.
But you have
a much better relationship
with your brother than she did.
Well, actually,
they ended up making amends.
He wrote her this incredible letter
from Vietnam.
Here, let me read it to you.
"Dear Wendy, thanks for the tapes. "
You don't know how much it means
to hear from you,
especially since we weren't
on such good terms when I left.
I've gotta confess,
I wasn't really prepared
for how disorienting
everything is over here.
Morale is pretty low,
and even I'm counting the days
till we can get over to Bangkok
for some R and R.
But until then, we got a job to do,
so there's no use in complaining.
Besides, I'm not sure
anybody's listening anymore.
I love you. I miss you.
Will.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get
your guys' day started the wrong way.
No, no, no.
Just brings back a lot of memories.
Yeah.
Makes me want
to turn back the clock
and start over again.
Yeah, it makes me
wanna find the real Wendy Edwards.
Hi.
Oh, hi. I was expecting you.
Did you find her in the yearbook?
Well, it's so disorganized up there
I was lucky to find the elevator.
- You're kidding.
- Never fear.
I have a friend who works
at the Alumni House,
and she gave me
the last known address for her.
I can't believe
I'm gonna meet Wendy.
So tell me, what's the first thing
you're gonna ask her?
What do the numbers
134, ten, 66 and 72 mean?
- What?
- Look.
This is her last entry,
July 18th, 1969.
There's these numbers.
I mean, they just came out of nowhere.
Well, you know what happened
July 18th, 1969?
Yeah, I do.
Did you order a pizza?
One pepperoni and one mushroom.
What kind of crust?
For God's sake, Pippa.
There's a man walking on the moon
and you're talking about pizza.
There's money in my purse.
Peter?
Long time no see.
How have you been?
How have you been?
It's been kind of intense.
Yeah, I was worried about you.
Wendy, who's out there?
It's Neil Armstrong, Dr. Edwards.
Wendy!
You know,
you're always getting me in hot water.
Well, I just wanted to come
and say goodbye.
You're leaving?
Yeah,
I'm gonna drive across the country.
Far-out. By yourself?
No, with Michelle.
Before we broke up,
we made this pact
that we'd go
to this rock festival back East,
so we're still gonna go.
You're going to Woodstock?
I got plenty of room in the van
if you wanna go.
I don't think
Michelle would appreciate that.
Yeah,
I don't even think Michelle will notice.
What? Is she always tripping?
Yeah, she's pretty out there lately.
After the concert, she wants
to backpack around Europe,
or something.
Go live in a commune
in the Greek Isles.
And what are you gonna do?
I'm not coming back either.
I was thinking maybe Canada.
To live?
If I stay here,
they're gonna draft me for sure.
Would you come with me, Wendy?
Please?
So, what did she do?
She wrote down these numbers.
When you find out what they mean,
will you let me know?
I promise.
Say hi to Wendy for me.
Bye.
Wendy?
Yes?
I think I have something
that belongs to you.
Oh, my.
You know, we got pretty whacked
by the quake out here,
but looking at this
after all these years...
God. It's a real jolt too,
let me tell you.
I always assumed
my mother threw it away.
Now I'd be too embarrassed
to show it to her.
Is that Pippa?
Yeah.
And that's my son Brian,
his girlfriend, Michelle.
Michelle?
Isn't that ironic?
What happened to her?
She burned out early.
Died of a heroin overdose in '71,
I think it was.
Do you have a photograph of her?
Let me see
if I can find my old yearbook.
That's Michelle?
She was very pretty, wasn't she?
I thought she was a blond.
No.
No.
Oh, Maryanne was a blond.
That's Maryanne?
- With Seth and Ronnie.
- No way.
Yeah, that's them.
Well, in my imagination,
they looked a lot different.
Are you guys still close?
At this point, I think
it's fair to say we've all lost touch.
Even with Peter?
I see his credit on the TV sometimes,
but that's it.
What does he do?
He's a writer.
What about your brother?
How's Will?
Will.
Will never made it home.
Do you have any brothers and sisters,
Brenda?
A brother.
Are you close?
I would like to think we are.
Keep working at it.
Times change, people change.
It's so damn easy
to take things for granted.
So when things settle down next week,
I'll give you a call.
Definitely.
I'll give you tour of the old homestead,
buy you a burger or something.
I'd like that.
Oh, you know what, I almost forgot.
In your last entry, you had
a bunch of numbers written down.
One-thirty-four, ten, 66...
Yeah, what were those?
Those are the numbers of the roads
we took to get to Woodstock.
You went to Woodstock?
Yeah.
Cool.
You take care of yourself, Brenda.
You too.
You know, when I told you
you could borrow my car,
I didn't think you'd take me up on it.
What are you doing here?
We're all here.
- Because it was raining.
- There wasn't much snow.
Yup, and it is sunny
and 80 degrees in Palm Springs.
- My grandparents said come on down.
- And you too if you wanna come.
- Far-out.
- Far-out?
What's this?
You rented the movie Woodstock?
- Yeah.
- Both parts?
What are you doing
calling your sister "Woodstock"?
- That'd make you Snoopy, wouldn't it?
- Let's check it out.