Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 5, Episode 29 - The Real McCoy - full transcript

All right, people,

if there's no new business,

l'd like to call
for a motion to adjourn.

Mr. President, l have a motion,

but as usual, it's not
the one you're calling for.

l can always count on you, Alex.

Well, seeing that
this is the last time

you'll be chairing the
student senate this semester,

Janice and l wanted
to do something

to commemorate
''The Brandon Years.''

''The Brandon Years''?



You ready, Janice?

Before l start reading
our proclamation,

would someone tell them
to bring in the cake?

''Whereas Brandon Walsh
was never officially elected

''President
of California University,

''and survived
a constitutional challenge

''to his presidency to become

an effective leader
and dedicated advocate

''for student rights,

''we, the elected representatives
of the Student Senate,

''by unanimous consent,
would like to thank him

''for a job well done, as well as

''urge him to run
for another term

as President
of California University.''



Hear! Hear!

Wow, uh, thank you.

This is, uh, totally unexpected

and totally bogus.

Thank you all for being here.

lt's been. uh...

lt's been an incredible year.

lt started out kind of rocky,

but somehow we managed to
get through it, didn't we?

He's got a lot of poise.
Very impressive.

And after this meeting,

l'm afraid
l'm going to have to head

right over to the
University Hospital

to get my head examined,
because who else but someone

with extreme
masochistic tendencies

would announce that he's willing
to give this another shot

if you guys are.

Way to go, Bran!

So, l don't really know
what else to say except,

let 'em eat cake.

Kelly, would you do the honors?

Don't mind me, l'm just the
little woman behind the man.

Like Lorena. Go.

How tight do you think
those two really are?

Valerie!

l was just wondering.

That's all.

So, whatever you need,
whatever we can do for you...

Thanks, David, but l'm
actually planning on running

a pretty low-key campaign
this time around.

That's probably 'cause you're
practically running unopposed.

Of course, that was
factored into the equation.

You know , l love it
when you talk political science.

Better go get Kelly over here.

Mm.

l almost faxed Hibler a memo,

asking if l should be worried
about my career or not.

lt was only one meeting.

Yeah. One meeting the Partners
Council had without me.

lf that's not a sign,
l don't know what is.

-l have no idea.
-Yeah.

-Hey, how you doing,
Mr. President? -Presidente.

Hey, guys.

You know, l think l'm speaking
for practically everyone

when l say that we're very glad

that you blew off
your clerkship in Boise.

-Well, thank you.
-You get no arguments from me.

So, what are you going to do?

Well, right now we're just
keeping our options open.

l'm fielding a few offers
from back east,

but we'll probably end up
here in town.

You know, l talked
to an old friend

of yours today on the lnternet.

-Really? Who?
-Jordan Bonner.

No way, you're kidding!

ls this an old flame, or...?

More like a flicker.

So, he tells me today,

that he is now the editor
of the ''Yale Daily News.''

Ah, a fellow homeboy.

You know, l always forget
that you were a Yalie.

Yep. Did four years in
New Haven.

Lived to tell about it, too.

Anyway, Jordan says that
he's still kicking himself

for being too sick
to take you to the prom,

but he's never forgiven you for
not going to school back there.

Well, next time you talk to him,

you tell him to get over it,
because l have.

l will.

Talk to you later, guys.

Brandon.

Getting a little overt,
aren't we, Valerie?

Boy, Val,
you're losing your touch.

At least with Ray and Donna,
you snuck around,

you were a little more subtle.

ls that what you told her l did?

No, l just told her
to watch her back.

Always a pleasure, guys.

-Absolutely.
-Hmm.

You can't have a campaign
without a campaign manager.

Or a First Lady.

Just say the word,
we'll cancel the trip.

Guys, go to New York,
have a great time,

meet all the people
in the fashion business

you need to meet.

Just be back in time
for the victory party.

-You're the best.
-You're the best.

Don't let any of those guys
hit on her.

You got it.

So, what time is
your flight tonight?

We're taking the red-eye.

Well, don't worry.

l'll take good care of your guy
while you're gone.

ls that your way of telling me

you're going to make
a move on Brandon?

l'm talking about Dylan.

He's the one you dream about,
isn't he?

Well, if it isn't my
favorite screenwriter.

Valerie!

What's happening, girl?

Nothing,
just a picnic in the park.

-Oh, sounds delicious. Let's go.
-Oh! Sorry, Charley Tuna.

Where's Dylan?

Uh, Dylan, Dylan?

No, that name doesn't
ring a bell with me.

Come on,
what's going on in there?

Look, he's really just
kind of getting into

something right now.

He's with that hypnotist,
isn't he?

What do you say we check on
him a little later, okay?

Everything is becoming
very clear,

very familiar.

Just what you'd expect from a
place where you've been before.

Breathe deep, take your time.

You're beginning now to become
aware of your surroundings.

Good, good.

Look down at your feet.

Tell me what you see.

l see boots.

What kind of boots?

Cowboy boots with spurs.

And what do you hear?

l hear guns.

Yee-ha!

l hear horses.

All right,
keep your family heirlooms

in the family.

All l want is your money.

l do mean all of it, and l want
everything that belongs

to Mr. Wells and Mr. Fargo.

Thank you kindly, sir.

You're not in the least
bit welcome, Billy McCoy.

Aw, l'm afraid you got me
mistaken with another character.

Oh, no.
Everyone in this territory

knows who you are, Billy,

and how big that price
is on your head.

Gun or no gun,

justice will be served.

See that,
you see what you've done?!

You done upset this pretty
little thing over here,

and you got me all riled up.

You got nothing
to be afraid of, sugar.

l would never harm
a hair on the head

of anything as fetching and
sweet-smelling as yourself.

Geez, Zeke, why don't you

give the troops
a little warning next time!

You're so busy sweet-talking, l
might as well be by myself here.

Will you cover me
while l load up?

Thank you.

Lord have mercy,
we have hit the mother lode.

Send a wire to old Jeff Davis,

tell him the stars and bars
are back in business.

Ow!

Oh, now see, was that worth
losing your hand for,

to protect somebody else's
money?

l could've aimed higher and
put you in a grave, mister.

Next time...
if there's a next time,

there just won't be a next time.

Hey, let's ride!

Come on.

Come on.
Hyah! Hyah!

And so begins the legend,
the legend of Billy McCoy.

A runaway, fresh off the farm
from Cody County.

A kid with a quick draw,
a quick temper

and an understanding that
someday he'll probably die,

with a bullet in his back.

Before we go in there,

l know you're trying
to build a reputation,

but if it was me,
l'd keep it in my holster.

Well, you just don't cheat
at cards, Huckleberry.

l've never cheated at cards
in my entire life.

Take my heart and take my ring

l give my all to thee

Take me for eternity...

From Fort Atkinson all the way
down south to Abilene,

there wasn't a saloon
he hadn't drunk at,

or a heart he hadn't broken.

Aura Lee!

Not to mention
all the local gunslingers

just dying to prove

that they could outshoot
the fastest gun in the West.

Maid of golden hair

Sunshine came along with thee

And swallows in the air

Take my heart

And take my ring

l give my all to thee

Take me...

Zeke! Get down!

What's happening, Billy?

What are you seeing?

Tell me what you're seeing.

lt's a mess.

lt's a bloody mess.

l'm bleeding.

Come on, son, we gotta go.

Come on, let's go.

You wanted to be an outlaw,
kid--

you got what you wanted
in spades.

Can you ride?

Hell, Zeke, they shot me,
not my horse.

lf you weren't so quick
on that trigger,

l'd shoot you myself and give
the reward to the Comanches.

Aw, l'll be back.

l'll be here.

You're smiling.

Well, it's not every day
you get to reinvent yourself.

ln a cavern

ln a canyon

Excavating for a mine

-Dwell a miner, forty-niner
-Word spread pretty quickly.

-And his daughter
-ln every town they knew

-Clementine
-the outlaw Billy McCoy.

-Oh, my darling
-Him and his gang.

-Oh, my darling
-Had his favorite whiskey.

-Oh, my darling, Clementine
-Had his favorite girl.

-You are lost and gone forever
-Her name was Dixie.

-Dreadful sorry, Clementine
-At least that's what she said.

Didn't matter
what they called her,

-She drove ducklings
-she was beautiful.

To the water every morning...

l sing for them, but...

l save it for you.

Yeah, well,
save it for someone else.

You're the only one
who matters, Billy.

You're the real McCoy.

Molly...

l'm looking down at the street,

and l see the girl
from the stagecoach.

lt's Kelly Taylor.

All right, all right.

Hold on to that image, Dylan,

and breathe through it...

and let it take you
wherever it's gonna go.

Nat,

how am l supposed to put up
a campaign poster in here

if l'm not having any
this time around?

l don't know, Brandon.

You're the candidate, not me.

All right, look,
if it's any consolation,

Valerie's insisting
l have the victory party

at the After Dark--
that is, of course,

assuming that l get reelected.

You know something, Brandon?

l hate it when you're humble.

-Whew!
-Wha...? Nat!

What'd l say?
What's your problem?

l guess l never realized

that this regression therapy
stuff is so heavy.

Oh, hell, yes.

She takes you back in time,
Valerie.

The past comes alive
right inside your head.

Well, l guess when
you're not involved,

it just seems so... out there.

l'll tell you
something,

even if this is all just
a total load of B.S.,

when you're going through it,
it's the real deal.

Come on, now, Billy,

don't lose your focus.

l mean, it's like every
Western movie you've ever seen,

only this isn't the Ponderosa,

it's something
completely different.

Make it quick, boys. Let's go!

You traveling with an army now,
McCoy?

Can't pull all those big jobs
by yourself anymore?

All that rotgut
finally get to you?

Who in the hell are you?

You don't recognize me?

Well, maybe
you'll recognize this.

l do that?

Maybe this time l ought to
put you out of your misery.

Without those guns,
you ain't half a man.

Keep talking--
it's your funeral, square head.

He ain't worth it, kid.

He ain't worth the blood,

-he ain't worth the effort.
-Don't move.

Ace, are we getting all
the gold in the world?

All the silver, too.

That's my money.

Excuse the inconvenience,
ladies and gentlemen.

Please, give my best
to Mr. Wells

-and Mr. Fargo.
-Take that, you scoundrel!

What the hell?!

Why'd he do that?

lt don't matter.

Let's ride, people!
Let's go!

Go! Go! Go!

That's right.

Pay him no mind!

He was only a family man
with little children!

He ain't worth nothin'--
just another notch

on the belt of the
legendary Billy McCoy!

Come on downstairs, honey.

Everyone's asking for you.

Zeke says that hayseed
should've never drawn on you.

He says you had no choice.

l had a choice.

You always have a choice.

Stay with me tonight, Billy.

Hey, McCoy!

McCoy, look what we got here.

We got us a Cheyenne!

You sure he's not a Comanche?

l want to get me a Comanche.

He's no Comanche--
but he's a good dancer.

Are you okay?

l think so.

Can you describe
what you're seeing?

l'm in an lndian sweat lodge
with Brandon Walsh.

-Do you know why you're there?
-Yeah, l do.

l said it's enough!

You'd do this for an lndian?

l'd do it for a man.

Did you ever think
it'd come to this?

You speak any English?

Hell, it don't matter.

Take his arm, now.

We gotcha now.
Come along with us.

We'll get you something to eat.

They would've killed him
if you hadn't come along.

There's been enough killing.

A sentiment l hold dear

but wouldn't have expected
to hear from an outlaw.

Hey, l've seen you before.

Yeah.

You were on that stage
from Abilene.

Had your head buried
in your mama's lap.

That was a long time ago.

Yes, it was.

Do you think a person
could change?

With all my heart.

Do you think l could change?

l pray that you can.

Otherwise, it would be

a tragic waste of a life
to spend your time on this earth

in a haze
of alcohol and gunpowder.

And as he looked
in her soft blue eyes,

he knew right then and there

that his days
as an outlaw were over,

and that the next phase
of his life was about to begin.

There were lots of lazy picnics
by the pond that summer,

where she would read to him
from the Scriptures

and fill his heart with hope...

and eventually, love.

But as to be expected,

not everyone was pleased
with the change

that had taken place.

Where you been, kid?

Around.

Anywhere but here.

What is this, an ambush?

There's a train
left Lockaloma County yesterday.

We were gonna ride out
and greet it.

Or did you forget that?

Timing ain't right.

Timing got nothing
to do with it, McCoy.

We want to know--

are you in or out?

lf you need me, l'll be there.

Then it's settled.

But Dixie knew that,
in fact, nothing was settled

and that everything that ever
mattered didn't matter no more.

All right, boys,
let's go rob a train.

Hyah! Hyah!

And by the time Zeke
and the boys

rode off to greet that train,

she and Billy
were 30 miles north,

headed in the opposite direction

to start a new life... together.

ls it safe?

Yeah. Molly left
about a half hour ago.

Look who l picked up
along the way.

So, how was your regression?

Was it, like,
a cosmic experience?

l'd really rather not
go into it right now.

Come on, Dylan.

Give me a little tidbit

from the highlight reel
to whet my appetite.

Look, you want
to know what happened?!

You really want
to know what happened?!

l found out something,
l found out l was going

straight to hell
till Kelly Taylor

came into the picture, okay?

So you and Kelly have...
like, a seminal link?

Molly said it's as strong as
anything she's ever channeled.

Oh, far out!

What does this
''seminal link'' mean?

lt means that Dylan and Kelly
are soul mates, for life.

So finally
l pulled Bender aside,

and asked him point-blank
why am l not in the loop.

Well, what did he say?

He said some questions
are better left unanswered.

Hey, guys. How's it going?

-Hey.
-Hi, honey.

So, how's life on
the campaign trail?

Not too terrible--
the editorial board

at ''The Condor'' endorsed
my candidacy today.

Hey, congratulations.

Six months ago,

they demanded my resignation.

Now they want
to be best friends.

Everybody loves a winner.

Ain't it the truth?

Well, after l get the ax,

maybe Brandon can help me
get a job teaching

at the business school.

Uh, come in!

You okay?

Yeah.

Good.

Hey, Brandon.

Do you think
you have a soul mate?

You mean, like...
in the universe?

Yeah.

What l want to know is...

do you think Kelly is like
your soul mate for life?

How much incense you been

burning up here?

Come on. l'm serious.

Well, l'm not planning on

going out and getting
married tomorrow,

but l do see a future there,

yeah.

Why can't they all be like you?

All who?

The guys l know.

Like, uh,
Charley the screenwriter?

l saw you two
at the Peach Pit today.

And you didn't say hello?

l'm insulted.

Well, you seemed
very verbally entangled.

And l'm sure Kelly told you
to keep your distance, right?

She may have mentioned
something.

Let's face it,

Kelly's not going to be
satisfied until she has

the whole clique against me.

And you know why, right?

When l moved here, before l knew
you guys were together...

l confided in her and told her
that by the end of the year,

my goal was to have you look at
me and not think of your sister.

Well, l think we're way past
that point, Val.

Except for my first night
in Beverly Hills

when we were talking
in the bathroom,

do you realize that we've
never touched each other?

Not even once.

Sure we have.

Haven't we?

We've never even grazed an elbow

or slapped a high five

or put a head
on each other's shoulder.

So you have a burning desire
to put your head on my shoulder?

l just hope Kelly appreciates
what she has.

So do l.

Come here.

Clare, David, are you decent?

Not particularly.

Come in.

So,

you guys up for some sushi?

Yeah, l can go for some
tobico with quail egg.

And l thought for dessert, we'd
do some rock-and-roll bowling.

Yuki's?

Whoki's?

Yuki's Bowl-a-rama.

We used to go there
all the time last year.

lt's this place downtown.
lt's awesome.

Yeah, and Ray hasn't been there
either, so...

Hey.

And l must warn you,
Ray is a ringer.

He even knows
his bowling average.

Wait, wait a second.

What time's Betsy's
surprise party?

ls that tonight?

Oh, my, we are so late!

Come on. We gotta go.
l'm sorry, Don.

l forgot, totally.

Well, maybe we can
hook up after the party.

Oh, knowing Betsy,

it's probably gonna
be pretty late, so...

Maybe you can leave early?

Look, if they're busy,
they're busy.

Okay, but l'm disappointed.

Sorry.

So... this Betsy chick,

she's not really having
a party, is she?

Couldn't tell you.

l don't really know anyone
by the name of Betsy.

How's Valerie doing, Ray?

l wouldn't know, Clare.

Good.

Keep it that way.

Hello, hello, hello.

Yeah, hello.
ls this New York City?

Yes, it is.

l knew l was gonna
hear from you today.

What are you, a psychic?

You've been on my mind all day.

Well, that's encouraging

since l haven't been able to get
you out of my thoughts either.

l don't know what it is,

but something about New York
reminds me of you.

Must be a sign.

Yeah, that l am in desperate
need of sleep.

Or maybe it's a deja vu.

Yes, that must be what it is.

l'm sorry.
l'm just so wiped out,

l'm getting slaphappy.

Oh, can you hold on a second?

Hey, if you want to meet up

with those agency people,
we gotta jam.

Yeah, l'm just on the phone
to L.A. Let me get off.

lf that's Brandon,
give him my regards, okay?

Look, l don't care
what time it is,

when you get back in,
you gotta call me, okay?

l will. l promise. Bye.

Okay. Kel?

You know, all semester,
when l'd order a latte,

l'd fret about where
l was gonna find

a good cup of coffee in Boise.

All that fretting
for naught, eh?

You know, the irony is,

l actually started
getting excited

about the prospect
of leaving L.A.,

which we still might do.
Who knows?

Ah, whatever we do,
we'll do it together.

Doing what together?

Living life.

You know, l think
l might start doing that

if l get out of this election
in one piece.

Please. You haven't even
broken a sweat yet.

You know, in about two minutes,

l'm gonna do a live interview
with Walter Chen,

and just for you, l'm gonna make
sure that l start perspiring.

Oh, you'd do that for me?
What a guy.

What can l tell you?
l'm a saint.

Hey, where are you
going with my latte?

Your son is too much.

Do you really think he has
this election in the bag?

For Brandon to lose,

it would take a twist
of cataclysmic proportion.

How you doing, guys?
Good to see you.

Well, if it isn't my favorite
volunteer stage manager.

Be careful, all right?

Something major's going on.

What do you mean
''something major''?

All l know is someone sent
Walter a fax from Sacramento.

Ever since,
he's been running around

like a mix of Ted Koppel
and Wendy Tokuda, all right?

Welcome to ''CU Later,'' Brandon.

lt's good to have you back.

Thank you, Walter.
lt's good to be back.

Brandon, are you aware that the
University Board of Trustees

is convening this morning
to announce

that tuition for undergraduates
will be raised by 15%%

next semester?

Dean, the tuition increase
was supposed

to be a worst-case scenario,

a last resort after the
Board of Trustees exhausted

all other ways
of raising revenue.

Look, Brandon, everyone
from the chancellor on down

got screwed over on this one,

but we're dealing
with a legislature

that's determined to reduce
the size of government,

and all of us are just going
to have

to learn to tighten
our belts for a while.

But the election is tomorrow.

Brandon,
no one in their right mind

would hold you accountable
for these tuition increases.

This tuition hike is a rip-off,

a scam brought to you courtesy
of the Board of Trustees.

l just want to know one thing...

Brandon, if you knew
an increase was in the offing,

you should've gone public.

You should've raised hell.

l never thought they'd do it.

Well, they did it,

and you blew it because
emotions are running high

and the chances of any
incumbent getting reelected

at this point ain't great.

Especially with Alex running
as a write-in candidate.

ls that official?

lt's inevitable. Look at him.

He won't even look me
in the eye.

He grins, while we bear it?

l don't think so.

Well, if it's any consolation,

l'm still voting
for you, Brandon.

Thanks, Janice.

Take care.

All right, you, too.

So, have you heard any good
tuition jokes lately?

Only the big one
that's being played on me.

Well, at least you're going out
in style.

Yeah, tarred and feathered.

No, on a ruby red carpet
at the Peach Pit After Dark.

Valerie,
you really don't have to...

l promised you a night
you'd remember,

and l always keep my promises.
Who knows?

l may even get you
on that dance floor.

lf l win, l'll dance.

Ooh!

Well, then
l'd better get out there

and start stuffing
those ballots.

You'd do that for me?

ln a New York minute.

l love New York...
the people, the energy.

lt's so not L.A.

Hey, don't knock L.A.

lt's had enough bumps
over the last two years.

And somebody's a very popular
young lady, l must say.

Are those
from the Palmer Agency?

No. Dylan... Dylan...

-Dylan?
-Dylan...

You got something going on
with that guy again?

l have no idea what's going on.

Molly, you gotta help me here.

l know you got a life, l know
you have people and everything,

but listen, l gotta get
back to that moment,

the exact moment when Kelly
and l rode off into the sunset.

Wait, Dylan, l don't even know
if l can do that,

and frankly,
l just don't understand.

l mean, what, what's all
the urgency about this for?

Look, you told me
the woman is my soul mate,

that we have some kind
of seminal link,

and l gotta tell you, the final
images l had of my life...

it doesn't jibe with the way

l feel about myself or Kelly
or anything.

Okay, look,
we can go back in time.

We've done that, we know that,
that's not the issue here.

The issue here is...
what are we looking for?

Keep breathing, Dylan.

lt'll all come back to you.

You've been here before.

Good.

Keep breathing.

Keep going deeper
and deeper and deeper.

Good. Where are you?

lt's still the West,
but it's not the same.

How do you know that?

Well, it's a Sunday,
and l'm with my children.

l'm coming out of a church,
of all places.

ls Kelly with you?

Yeah, she is.

l was just telling
Reverend Parsons

how much you enjoyed his sermon.

Yes. Well, ''Without redemption,
we are all but wolves

howling at the gates
of the kingdom of the Lord.''

Jedadiah loves the Good Book.

Perhaps, one of these Sundays,

we might bring him
up to the pulpit.

Well, l'm afraid
that's a bit unlikely,

Reverend.

Not as unlikely as he may think.

Marshall Southwith,

Mrs. Southwith.

Good day, Reverend.

Mrs. Addison asked for our
company at supper tonight,

and l accepted without realizing

that both your deputies
are out of town.

How in God's name
did he find you?

Zeke always could
follow a trail,

even when it got cold.

Jedadiah, you tell him
to keep on riding.

You tell him he's not wanted
in this town.

Take the young'uns home.

Come on, boys.

Zeke.

-Hello, Billy.
-lt's been a long time

-since anybody called me that.
-That's right.

They call you Marshall now,
don't they?

l'm not wearing a gun anymore.

l didn't come this far
to fight with you, kid.

l came here
'cause Dixie's in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

The kind where they put
a noose around your neck.

What's the charge?

Don't matter.

Only thing
she was ever guilty of,

other than being born
a half-breed,

was not sleeping
with the right men.

And not giving them
the deed to her saloon.

Dixie begged me to let
you be, kid, but l told her

l had a hunch that, uh,
we could still count on you.

l don't begrudge you for doing
what you can to right a wrong,

but these people from your past,

they never met the man l love.

They've never seen you
with your sons.

Promise me this isn't
the last time you'll hold me.

lt won't be the last time.

l promise.

And, as he rode away that day,
both of them were keenly aware

that this could be

the last time
they would ever see each other.

Line up, everybody!

The circus is in town!

Line up! Line up!

Galloping out of town
with bullets whizzing by,

l didn't hardly realize
that everything

had finally come full circle.

Here you go, ma'am.

San Francisco, huh?

Where the railroad ends
and life begins.

Yeah, well, l guess if
a dirty rotten scoundrel

like Billy McCoy can get
a fresh start, anybody can.

Spoken like a church deacon.

No, l'm just a simple family man

trying to do the best l can.

Last train out of Redemption
City will be leaving...

l can't take your money, Billy.

lt's just my way of saying
good luck and God bless.

...Flagstaff, Reno
and San Francisco

can now board the train.

lf you and the missus
ever get out to California,

come and see me, yeah?

Good-bye, Dixie.

He killed my daddy!
He killed my daddy!

l just shot the man
that killed my daddy! Whoo!

-Molly?
-Yes, Dylan?

What is Brandon Walsh doing
at this guy's funeral?

Are you sure it was Brandon?

Yes. l'm sure it was Brandon...

and Donna...

And Kelly?

What the hell
is going on here, Molly?

lt's probably nothing.

Probably nothing,
but possibly something?

Look, there's one thing you have
to understand here, Dylan.

Theoretically, time is elastic.

-So...?
-So, theoretically,

there's not that much difference

between a regression
and a premonition.

Are you saying that
l left my past life,

somehow jumped ahead
to the future to my own funeral?

Theoretically, yes,

it's possible, but the truth is,

l don't know...

l don't know.

When l was a kid, my mom,

she drug me to this palm reader.

She said l didn't have
a very long lifeline.

That l needed to make the best
use of whatever time l had here.

l never thought about it much
until now.

Some wild and crazy
victory party

this turned out to be, huh?

l feel so badly for you.

Why? Just 'cause l
got trounced two-to-one

by a write-in candidate?

No. Because the write-in
candidate was Alex Diaz.

Aw, look on the bright side.

Alex has to deal with
the tuition, not me.

Do you want to dance?

Clare, l lost an election,
not my mind.

Great food as always,
Mr. Bussichio.

Thank you, sir.

Well, you look rather bummed.

Well,
l really wanted you to win.

l got news for you.

So did l.

Like father, like son.

Jim.

No, l'm serious.
l came this close

to submitting
my resignation today.

Hey, did you guys try
the cannolis?

-They are delicious.
-Uh...

Honey, l think we'd better
go home.

Your father
has a miserable headache.

-Sorry.
-Oh. Come on.

l'll walk you guys out, huh?

Thanks, kid.

Hey, guys.

-See ya.
-Take care.

Oh, poor Brandon.

Aw, come on.

A little humble pie
never hurt anybody.

Listen to you.
What a sweetheart!

Hey. You wouldn't be saying that

if you heard me negotiating
on your behalf today.

What do you mean, on my behalf?

Well, it's my career, too.

When they called and offered me
a teaching position

at the Yale Law School,

l made it clear
that your reacceptance

as an undergraduate
was a major deal point.

You said that?

With your scholarship
reinstated.

So what did they say?

They said, thank you very much.

Then they called back
15 minutes later

and said it was a go.

You mean Yale is an option?

You're kidding!

l can't believe that.

After Dark.

Yeah. Welcome back.

Sure, he is. David!

Tell Brandon it's Kelly.

Hang on.

lsn't it just like Kelly

to call after
the polls have closed.

What's the difference?

There is no difference.

Hello.

l'm sorry, honey.
l'm so jet-lagged.

l'm sorry about the election.

l'm sorry l wasn't there
for you tonight.

But l love you,
and l'll talk to you tomorrow.

Okay. Night.

Dylan. Hi.

Hello, Kel.

ls everything okay?

Yeah. l've been thinking
about you a lot, and...