Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 7, Episode 11 - If I Had a Hammer - full transcript

David?

Hey, hey, pull up a chair.

You look terrible.

Thanks.

Yeah, I pulled an
all-nighter last night.

Oh, yeah.

You had that, uh, American
Lit midterm this morning,

I forgot.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

You blew off your midterm?

Yeah.



And, uh...

what about that
doctor's appointment

we set up for you?

Oh, I, uh, I couldn't make it.

A conflict in schedules.

David?!

Donna, I'm fine, all right?

I don't need a check up

and I don't need a shrink.

I just need some sleep.

Why are you acting so erratic?

Define erratic.

Up, down, all over the place.

Out of control.



I'm in control, all right?

I've just had a run
of bad luck lately.

It's more than that.

What are you, some sort of

behavioral expert
all of a sudden?

You know, not everyone
can live up to your

lilly white take on life, Donna.

So why don't you just back off?

Fine.

Fine, I will.

Donna, I'm sorry.

Fine! To hell with you!

I don't need you

and I don't need
my father either!

Hey! Watch it, man.

What?! What are you looking at?

What are you all
looking at?! Hey...

Are you all right?

This doesn't
concern you, all right?

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

David.

What is wrong with you?

What?

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Brandon, I don't get it.

Why do you feel obligated
to have Thanksgiving

every year at the house?

It's not an obligation,
it's a tradition.

And one that people
look forward to,

I might add.

Now, let's figure
out who we got.

We got Steve and Clare,

Donna and David, Kelly,

And Mark, don't forget Mark.

He goes with Kelly now.

They're inseparable.

That's right, maybe you
should sit between them,

try to stir up
some trouble, huh?

What about Tracy?

Nah, she went home
for the holidays already.

Here we go.

Low-fat pumpkin pie.

I'm looking for
official tasters.

You've come to the
right place, my friend.

I also need a favor.

Don't worry about it, Nat.

We'll pitch in on your
Thanksgiving dinner

for the homeless this
year. Yeah, no problem.

Oh, that's not it.

That's already covered.

Uh, the favor
actually is for Willie.

You know, he's sacrificed
a lot over the years

to try to save for his niece

and nephew's college education?

Mm-hmm. He's been working his

butt off, but it's not enough.

He finally caught a break

with a non-profit organization,

Habitat For Humanity.

They agreed to build a house

and then let him buy it with
a zero-interest mortgage.

Sweet. Yeah.

Willie and the kids are
putting in their 500 hours

of sweat equity, but
they need extra hands.

The goal is to have the
place framed by Thanksgiving.

So, what do you say?

Sounds good. I'm in.

Well, I'm hell with a hammer.

I bet you are! I bet you are!

Thanks.

Willie will appreciate it.

Tell me about your

hammer swinging days, Val.

Oh, you don't want to know.

You're right, I don't.

He lost it.

He just completely lost it.

And here we are.

Something's really wrong.

I know.

I begged him to get a physical.

That wouldn't tell
you anything, Donna.

I've done this dance before.

Many times.

Too many times.

First, the person that you think

you know so well

becomes a stranger.

And then rebellious.

And the comes the explosion.

David's mother.

You don't think

David has the same illness?

What am I supposed to think?

His behavior...

He's got all the symptoms.

Excuse me, Dr. Silver?

Yes.

How's my son?

Well, his hand has been
stitched and bandaged.

Uh, the cut was
deep, but fortunately

there's no sign of
nerve or tendon damage.

However, he's been

quite unruly with our staff.

Do you know if he's
been taking any drugs?

No, I don't think so.

Well, just in case,

I called in a staff
psychiatrist to evaluate him.

It's standard procedure.

He's with him right now.

Okay, let's run
through this again.

Let's not and say we
did, okay? Look, kid,

you want to get out of here,

and I want to go to
lunch, all right, so...

So, it's no big deal.

I had an argument with
my old girlfriend that's all.

Why?

Because she was
giving me the third degree

like you're doing right now.

And why the third degree?

Because I wasn't
following her agenda, okay?

And what agenda was

your old girlfriend
trying to lay on you?

It doesn't matter.

Oh, it does to me.

Well, who the hell are you?

This is ridiculous.
I'm out of here.

No, not until I'm done
with my agenda which is

figuring out what
is going on with you.

Look, I'm just living
my life, all right?

If somebody doesn't like it,

that's their problem, not mine!

Look, you take it easy.

No, you take it easy!

Do you know why you're here?

Actually, no.

Does this have something
to do with my fraternity?

You know, we were off academic
probation a long time ago.

This has nothing to do with
your fraternity, Mr. Sanders.

Good. This has to do with

the midterm paper you turned in

to your independent study class.

Do you recognize it?

Yeah.

Then you should also
recognize this one.

It was written by Brandon Walsh

three years ago.

They're an identical
match, word for word.

Professor Randall,
who recently took over

this class, has brought charges
of plagiarism against you.

Did you say Professor Randall?

Based on the evidence at hand,

it is the preliminary
recommendation

of this disciplinary committee

that you be expelled

from the university.
Wait a minute,

you're gonna expel me over this?

You can submit a statement

if you like, or you can
appear before a full hearing

of the student conduct
committee next week.

Good day, Mister Sanders.

Oh, yeah, great day.

Hey, Brandon.

Hey, Kel.

You know, I still haven't
gotten your RSVP

for the annual turkey
fest at Casa Walsh.

Yeah, I've been
meaning to tell you.

Uh, Mark and I are
going out of town.

Going out of town?

Where you going?

Montecito.

Montecito, lovely
seaside community.

Well, I'll miss you.

Same here.

Isn't that Professor
Randall over there?

My God, you're right
that is Professor Randall.

I see he hasn't lost his smirk.

No, only his wife.

I wonder what Lucinda's
doing these days.

Oh, believe me, Kel,
somewhere, somehow,

Lucinda's doing it to someone.

I wonder if he still blames me?

Well, looks like
you're about to find out.

Mr. Walsh.

Professor Randall,
how are you doing?

I had a feeling our
paths would cross again.

Yeah, this is Kelly Taylor.

Oh, yeah, sure, I
remember Kelly.

You had a class with
my ex-wife, Lucinda.

Right.

So, what brings
you back to C.U.?

Oh, the Department
did a little reshuffling,

some recruiting and here I am,

back on campus,
buried in term papers.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

You know what, I'll tell
you what's really sorry.

In all this time I've only
had a couple of students

whose prose could
measure up to your standards.

You were my best
and my brightest.

Anyway, nice to see you, Kelly.

I will catch up
again with you, later.

Promise.

That was weird.

Yeah, he still blames me.

Cocktails and blinis?

Now, straight out.

David hurt himself today.

Now, I have to ask,
is there any history

of mental illness in the family?

Yes.

His mother.

She's struggled with
manic-depression

for a long time. I see.

Okay, what I want to do

is put a 72 hour hold on David

for psychiatric evaluation.

I think observation
would be the best thing

for him at this point.

Observation?

Where?

In the psych ward.

It's a secure,

safe environment.

Now, I have a solid staff.

We'll give David a complete

physical evaluation,
see if we can get things

back in balance a bit.

If we can diagnose him,

we can help him.
And you don't think

an out-patient program
would do just as well?

No, I think we need
time to observe him first.

To evaluate him properly.

Now, I need your
support on this.

Okay.

Now, I need you to stop by

the nurses station
on the way out.

They're gonna need
some information from you,

family history,

contact numbers, whatnot.

And I'll be in touch.

All right?

Thanks, Doctor.

You're welcome.

Don't worry.

We'll look after David.

Thank you.

I need to get in
touch with Sheila,

tell her what's going on.

God knows she's not going
to handle this very well.

Well, is there
anything I can do?

I don't know, Donna.

I should get back to the office.

I've got patients waiting.

You might as well just go.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

You go.

I'll call if there's an update.

You sure? Yeah, I'm sure.

David would do the same for me.

Thanks for everything, Donna.

Sure.

Yeah, Habitat for Humanity?

Isn't that the group
President Carter

and his wife are involved in?

Right.

Okay, well tell, uh,
Willie we'll be down

to swing a hammer
as soon as I change.

No, he just walked in.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Okay, bye.

That was Brandon.

Uh, put your hard hat on.

I kinda just volunteered
us for a barn raising.

Clare...

It's Habitat for Humanity.

I can't believe Willie's

gonna finally get
his dream house.

Yeah, that's great.

What's wrong?

You look like
somebody shot your dog.

Well, they should shoot me.

That would really solve
a lot of my problems.

Honey...

Clare, I'm an idiot.
I'm a plagiarist.

They want to expel me,

they want to kick me off campus.

I really messed up this time!

I'm talking epic proportions
here. Stop! Stop! You're babbling.

What do you mean
you're getting expelled?

What did you do? I, uh...

I took one of Brandon's old
term papers off the computer

and I, uh...

turned it in with my name on it.

What?

It was a bogus class!

An independent study course.

We had a rookie professor I
thought it'd be a slam dunk.

Now the dean of
students and the conduct

committee want my head.

You're unbelievable.

I know.

To think I gave up a prince

and a Phi Beta Kappa

for a, uh,
white-collar criminal.

I know.

A semester and a half to go.

Why?

I don't know.

I was asking myself that
the whole way over here.

Honestly, Clare I try to
do things the right way...

Even if it is the hard way.

But suddenly the easy
way rears it's ugly head

and I take the
bait, I'm helpless,

even if it means I gotta
kick myself in the butt later.

Does Brandon know about this?

No. He's clueless.

He didn't have
anything to do with this.

Well, obviously
you have to tell him.

No.

No, I, I gotta fix this somehow.

I gotta talk to the chancellor,
maybe he can help me out.

Hey, do you think maybe, uh,

you can call your father for me?

No. No?

Why not? Because...

I'm going to change.

We're going to the
Habitat for Humanity house.

You're gonna find Brandon
and you're telling him

what's going down
before the dean does.

Let's go.

I can't thank you guys
enough for comin' out here.

Not a problem, Willie.

Yeah, it feels good to get
your hands dirty for a change.

Oh, by the way, uh,
Kelly sends her regrets.

She had some last minute

school stuff to take care of.

Anything to avoid a blister.

Be nice. Be nice.

It's best to keep those two
away from sharp objects.

Hey,

look who's here!
Two more recruits!

Where are the tool belts?

Do you have anything
in suede? Hey, Sanders,

grab a hammer.

Go tell him, Steve.

Come on, my darlin',
I'll buy you a doughnut.

Oh, man, you'll never
believe who I ran into today.

Professor Randall.

Yeah, I heard he was
coming back to school.

Yeah?

No love lost there,
I'll tell you that.

Someone should tell that guy

life is an adventure
in forgiveness.

Ah, Norman Cousins.

Very good, Steve.

When did you become so literary?

Hey, Bran...

Bran.

Remember that term paper
you showed me last week?

Yeah.

Well, uh,

I took it.

I, uh, I copied it

and handed it in.

You took my term paper?

Yeah, but it gets worse.

Uh, I handed it in for an
independent study course

and...

well, now that's
Randall's new class and...

well, he busted me.

Looks like I'm
gonna get expelled.

He knows it's my
paper, doesn't he?

Yeah, he does. And what

do you think's gonna
happen to me, Steve?

Buddy, I don't know.
You don't know.

Well, why don't you
take a wild guess.

Randall blames me for
breaking up his marriage.

He also blames me for his
getting kicked off campus

for favoring student athletes.

That was all a long time ago.

What are you, a moron?

It's payback time.

And you gave him the ammunition.

I'm sorry, Bran.

You're sorry?

Well, that's great,

that really makes me
feel a lot better, Steve.

Thanks.

You mind if I come in?

You've got the
power. Revel in it.

I haven't heard that one before.

Well, here you go.

I've got some sweats,
a couple T-shirts,

a pair of shorts from your dad.

So you two talked.

We did.

And you both put
your heads together

and figured it would be in my
best interest to commit me, huh?

You're not being
committed, David.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm being evaluated.

That's right.

Against my will.

Look, David, um...

this whole experience
will go a lot easier for you

if you help us help you.

The nurse tells me

you refused to take
your medication.

Just say no... That's
what I was always taught.

It's a mild sedative, David.

It'll make you feel
a lot less anxious.

Look, Doc, the only
thing I'm anxious about

is when I'm getting out of here.

Look, David,

I know this isn't easy.

I don't want the drugs

and I don't want to talk
about it. End of story.

If you want to make
the next 72 hours

a complete waste of
time, that's your decision.

Now the labs will be
ready tomorrow morning.

We've got a session
at 10:00 sharp.

Good night.

Good night.

Portable X-ray to ICU stat.

Portable X-ray to ICU stat.

Miss Martin.

Oh.

You're still here.

Uh, yeah, David's
father had to go,

so, uh, I thought I'd just...

Stand guard?

Wait for word.

How is he? Mmm.

Scared, hostile,
upset, defensive.

Perfectly normal under
the circumstances.

More scared than anything.

Will you care to
be more specific?

Yeah.

Mmm.

Well, you know
about David's mother.

But, um, what you
probably don't know

is that one time
I went with David

up to Portland to see her.

And she was missing.

Even the police
couldn't find her.

And it took awhile,
but we eventually

tracked her down.

And we found her
in this filthy alley.

She was homeless,
totally out of it.

She had absolutely
no idea where she was.

And how did David take this?

I'll never forget
the look on his face.

Dr. Tate,

I think David's
running from himself...

or I don't... I don't
know, maybe his mother.

Am I making any sense here?

A whole lot of sense.

You know,

David doesn't
realize how lucky he is

to have someone
like you in his corner.

But that's, uh, perfectly normal

under the circumstances.

Look, why don't you go
home and get some rest?

Hmm?

Thanks.

I don't understand, we
made the reservation!

I know,

I know we didn't
call back to confirm.

But I thought your
call was to confirm.

I'm confirming now!

Would you help me please?

The guy hates
women or something.

Hi, this is Mark Reese.

I understand we have a problem?

Well, do you have any
other bungalows available?

No.

Well, how about a room?

No, okay, well what
are we supposed to do?

Okay, thanks. Terrific.

I appreciate your help.

Bye.

You fixed it? No.

He hates men, too.

Oh, great.

What are we supposed to do now?

Well, we could pull
over and uncork the wine

and whine about it or
we can find another hotel.

On Thanksgiving weekend?

That'll be easy.

Have a little faith, Kel.

I'm sorry.

I just had my heart set
on this place, you know?

Yeah, I know, look
Montecito Ranch

isn't the only beautiful
place up by Santa Barbara.

We'll find something.

I should have called him back.

It doesn't matter as
long as there's a bed.

Mark.

I mean, as long
as we're together.

Destiny's taking
the reins, baby.

Saddle up.

Yee-haw!

Collusion.

That's what they're
charging me with.

I don't know what to say.

Good, 'cause I'd hate

to have to listen to
you defend the guy.

No, not today.

What, what is this?

Why is all this
coming down on me?

I'm... what...

Is this some sort
of karmic retribution

for some sordid past life

where I was Attila the Hun?

Nope.

Ran the tarot cards
on that one already.

I don't know.

I mean, I think, for me,

I'm blindly following in
my mother's footsteps.

How so?

Well, my Aunt Bridget
said that my, uh,

father was my mother's
perennial project.

He was considered this big
geek before they got married

and, uh, an absentminded
professor after.

Really?

Mm-hmm. And now

he's the chancellor
of a major university.

Not bad.

But he didn't cheat, did he?

No. You know how long

I've known Steve?

A long time. No, just

long enough for him to bury me.

Brandon, he left here
determined to fix things.

Translation... he could
screw things up even worse.

Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised.

Did he have a game plan?

Mm-hmm. Going to my
father, begging for mercy.

Translation...

No game plan.

And clearing your name.

How thoughtful of him.
You know, if I were you,

I wouldn't want to give him
too much of a head start.

I'd probably head down

to the dean of
students office myself

and find out what's going on.

That's a good idea, Clare.

Don't mind if I do.

Thank you, bye-bye.

So, Clare told you
why I'm here, right?

Oh, yes,

and I've already discussed
it with Dean Whitmore.

You did?

Yes!

Oh, that's great.

Steve, there's
nothing great about it.

These are serious charges,
the evidence is irrefutable,

and in any event, I
never involve myself

in disciplinary
matters like this.

Oh, come on, that stuff
doesn't flush with me.

Look at you.

You're the BMOC.

Look at this office...
It's a corner office.

You're the chancellor.

Yeah, I'm the chancellor,

and you're dating the
chancellor's daughter.

What, you think
that entitles you

to diplomatic immunity?

Well, no, but couldn't it?

Steve, you made
this mess yourself.

You're going to have to
face the consequences.

But expulsion?

I only have a semester
and a half to go.

Well, maybe you should
have thought of that

before you
plagiarized that paper.

Oh, come on, I'll do anything.

I, I'll write another
term paper,

I'll write two term papers,
whatever they want.

If they want me to scrub
the campus with a toothbrush,

I'll do that. Anything!

Tell that to the
conduct committee,

see what they say.

What about Brandon?

He didn't have anything to
do with this. I believe that.

As long as I've known Brandon,
he's never conducted himself

with anything other
than the utmost integrity.

That's what you should
have copied from him, Steve,

not his term paper.

Are we finished here?

Yeah.

So, after you lost your contract

to the record company,
your grandfather died.

People die.

Haven't you ever lost
anybody close to you before?

Yes, I have.

And how did that make
you feel... happy or sad?

Sad.

And then you came
into your inheritance.

Did my father tell you how much?

You got that down there, too?

Mm-hmm.

I got down 250 large

and that you blew half of it
in the space of two weeks.

I didn't blow it, all right,
I invested it in a club.

Watch, mark my word,

it's going to be the
biggest spot in L.A.

I'm told that your mother
suffers from manic depression.

Ah, now I see what
you're getting at.

You're way off, man,
I'm not my mother.

I agree, but you must realize

that you're genetically
predisposed.

Haven't you ever had a bad day?

Haven't you ever had a hard time

getting out of bed
in the morning?

Of course I have.

And don't tell me you wouldn't
be bouncing off the walls

if you inherited a
quarter of a million dollars.

I probably would.

So, there you go.

Nobody's perfect.

Who's to say who's in control

when nobody's ever
really in control anyway?

Sometimes you, you
just lose it, you know,

you want to hit
something, you want to...

Chuck it all?
Exactly, take a dive.

Thanks, world, but no thanks.

Maybe you,

but not me.

I would never, ever
consider suicide.

That's not what I meant.

You know, David, uh, I know
you've been down there before.

And it probably
scares you, doesn't it?

The lows?

I mean, that's
why you're running,

you're spending,
you're drinking.

It's called self-medicating.

I think...

that it's time you face reality.

Whose reality? Yours?

Look, David, I'm not suggesting

that your condition is anywhere

as serious as your mother's.

Well, I'm glad we agree
on something then.

Are we done here?

Uh, I'm getting a little tired.

Yeah.

Okay.

We're done...

for now.

You know, David,

you got a father out
there who loves you,

and I don't know what
your relationship is

with that young lady Donna,

but she obviously cares
a great deal about you.

You're not alone.

No, no, no, please, please,

you have to have one room.

Okay, all right, if
anybody cancels...

No, don't hang
up, don't hang up.

Don't hang up!

So, how'd it go?

Not well.

What are you grinning about?

Did you get a room?

Nope, no rooms, no vacancies.

Oh, we have been
driving around all day.

I'm hot and I'm tired.

I had the cutest dress I
was going to wear tonight.

Well, get it out because
we have dinner reservations

at the Le Plat Royal.

You can't just book
a four-star restaurant

at the last minute.

You can if you're Ronald Reagan.

You're not.

You are? Well,
I'll make it Junior,

not Senior. Mark, that's fraud.

This is vandalism, that's fraud.

What's next,
breaking and entering?

Actually, I was
just getting to that.

Where are we going?

We're going to go to the
La Playa Bonita Resort Hotel.

But you just said we
couldn't get in there.

No, I said they didn't
have any rooms.

I didn't say we couldn't get in.

Actually, my
family stayed there.

Wait until you see
their health club.

You'll love it, Kel.

They've got marble walls.

They've got big fluffy
towels, sauna, whirlpool,

everything your sweaty
little heart desires.

Ever heard of trespassing, Mark?

No, it's just exploring
a brave, new world.

Oh, we are going to
get caught, I can feel it.

N-N-N-No, you just
walk in with attitude

and a sense of
entitlement and...

Look, just repeat after me,

"My name is Kelly Taylor
and I'm from Beverly Hills."

My name is Kelly Taylor
and he made me do it.

Hey, Professor Randall,

could I talk to
you for a second?

What's this about, Walsh?

I've got a class to teach.

Right, right, well, look,

I just came from the
dean of students' office,

and he explained to me
the plagiarism charges

you're bringing
against Steve Sanders,

and I just stated my
innocence for the record.

Well, of course you did.

Professor Randall, I
didn't give him the paper.

I told the dean that,

and he said I should come to you

and ask you to drop the charges.

Look, I wish I could, Walsh,

but frankly, the
evidence is overwhelming.

This is personal, isn't it?

Brandon, why would I do that?

If you hadn't written
an outstanding paper

three years ago,

I never would have saved a copy

and I never would have
noticed the plagiarism

to begin with.

Professor Randall, I
know that we've had

our differences in the past,

what with your wife and
Steve and your baseball.

Oh, no, whoa, whoa, whoa,

no, no, no, the one has
nothing to do with the other.

This is an entirely different
venue of cheating, Walsh,

and as far as I'm
concerned, you are guilty

until proven innocent.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Any word on Davey Boy?

Well, Donna says he's getting
help from a really good doctor.

Is he going to be out in
time for Thanksgiving?

They don't know;
it's too soon to tell.

Well, on our end,
ladies, we got to move it

if we want a roof
up in time for turkey.

Follow me.

What are we doing?

Quality control.

See, this is a level, and
we're going to make sure

that the window frame is plumb,

which it is.

We don't want the city
inspectors holding us up

with code violations.

How do you know
about this stuff?

My dad was a contractor.

Oh, really?

Yeah, the summer
before I moved here,

he had me work at one

of his construction sites.

Ten months later, we
had a shopping mall

and a movie theater
with red velvet seats and...

mahogany walls
and art deco trim.

Too bad he didn't
stick around to see it.

Why, what happened?

He blew his brains out.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It was a long time ago.

I know, it's just... I know
what it's like to lose a parent.

That's right, your mom.

Yeah.

But I have good memories,
and it sounds like you do, too.

A few.

Well?

Houston, we have a room.

Mm, good. Where?

Well, it's, uh, it's
just off the interstate.

It's a Best Nest motel.

Best Nest... that's my favorite.

I know, I know,
I'm spoiling you,

but that's just the
kind of guy I am.

Yes, you are.

Here, try this Lobster Newberg.

It's amazing.

Not until you try some caviar.

Come on, it's not meat,

it's not poultry, it's just...

Best Nest, eggs.

Do I see a pattern forming here?

Okay.

Hmm... not bad.

I told you.

Mom?

Mom?

Dr. Tate.

Dr. Tate.

Dr. Tate!

Donna.

Sheila.

Oh, I'm so glad you came.

I was in Palm Springs.

I came as soon as I
got Mel's message.

How is David?

Well, apparently
he's had a rough night,

but Dr. Tate feels it could
be the start of a breakthrough.

I feel so guilty.

I've passed this on to him.

No, Sheila, don't ever say that.

I never thought
that I'd be waiting

to see my son in
a place like this.

Sheila, listen to me.

You're here and
that's what counts,

and you know better
than anyone else

how to help David through this.

Yes.

Yes, you're right.

You look exhausted.

Why don't you go
home and get some rest?

I'm here.

I'll stay.

Are you sure? Yes.

Go on.

Oh, I'm glad you're here.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I'm taking this
back up to my room,

out of harm's way.

Hey, Bran, I'm sorry
my bonehead play

dragged you into this.

Well, the thing is,

Randall isn't gonna let me out.

The charge is collusion,

and he's gonna make it stick.

I'll do whatever I... I don't
want to hear it, Steve.

You stole from me, man.

You took something that
was mine, that I crafted

and I created, and
you put your name on it.

Now everything that
I've worked towards

is about to be flushed.

What kind of friend
does that make you?

Oh, nice.

Nice.

Best Nest.

Nice.

Come here.

Come sit down.

Okay, now close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Come on.

Okay, now just imagine we're in

our little bungalow
at Montecito Ranch...

with the rustic beam ceiling,

the soft lighting,

Chopin's nocturnes
wafting softly in our ears,

the flames flickering
in the fireplace.

Mark...

I'm getting so hot.

Me, too.

No, I'm burning up.

Yeah?

My stomach.

Butterflies?

Caviar.

Huh?

I'm gonna be sick.

Kel, are you okay?

Kelly?

Lobster Newburg,
caviar, champagne.

What is it, stomach flu?

No, no, it's got

to be food poisoning.

Are you sure?

I mean, that
restaurant was four-star.

All right, it's stomach flu.

I'm so sorry, Mark.
No, that's all right.

Don't worry. It's not like I...

planned this, you know?

Yeah, I know, I know.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, what?

It is food poisoning.

Can we open the drapes?

No.

Oh, they're so hideous.

You'd rather have
direct sunlight?

You were great last night.

So were you.

So sweet, so gentle.

Speak for yourself.

You were incredible.

I didn't have the legs
to make that last run

to the bathroom,
but you got me there.

And here we are.

Yeah, in Shangri-la.

Four-star.

The best laid plans, huh?

You know...

if we could make it to the car,

we could get back to Casa Walsh

in time for Thanksgiving.

Uh, doesn't that
usually involve food?

Yeah, you're right.

So, what do you want to do?

Maybe we should
just stay right here...

where we are.

Maybe so.

You know, you are
the nicest person

I've ever gotten sick with.

I was just gonna say
the same thing about you.

David?

Good morning.

You've got a visitor.

She's been waiting all night.

What are you doing here?

You didn't have to come.

You've always been there for me.

Uh, I'm-I'm...

I'm doing okay now.

I just, uh...

I was just a little messed up.

When I heard that you were here,

I was so scared
and worried, but...

you know, I'm beginning to think

that maybe it was a blessing

in disguise. Mom...

stop, please.

Look, I love you,

and I'd... I'd do
anything for you...

but please don't try
telling me I'm you, okay?

You're not me, David,

but you are my son,
and it's time for you

to listen to your
mother for a change.

Dr. Tate cataloged me already.

He says I'm a...

minor league manic-depressive.

That's... that's what he says.

What does he know, right?

You're right.

He doesn't know.

He's never been on the ride.

He's never had the
highs that we've had,

has he?

I guess not.

Fun, aren't they?

Yeah.

Incredible.

It's like, when
you're on the ride,

you can do no wrong.

I'm fearless.

Yeah... and blind.

Yeah.

I guess I hit bottom
in Las Vegas.

When the lows come...

they really swallow
you whole, don't they?

David, if you don't
have the highs,

you don't have the lows.

I don't want medication,
Mom. I don't need medication.

And Dr. Tate agrees with you,

but if you want to
get out of this place

and stay out of it,

you need to learn to
make better choices.

Like what?

Like being open to therapy.

Don't be so open to alcohol.

Do you want to spin out again?

Do you want to relive
these last few weeks?

No.

David, you have a choice.

I did it the hard way.

You don't have to.

It's up to you.

Okay.

I hear you.

Let's get you out of here.

Fork goes on the left,
small one on the outside.

The bigger one goes...

Who's got the wine?

We have some water
glasses around here?

Okay.

Oh, Willie, move those
glasses, will you, please?

Everyone, please sit down.

Whoa.

Sit down, pal.

Welcome home, Willie.

Hey, Willie.

God bless all of you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Guys, can't you call a truce?

You're not gonna be
able to solve the problem

till next week at the
student conduct meeting.

It is Thanksgiving.

I guess you're right.

Happy Thanksgiving, Steve.

Happy Thanksgiving, Brandon.

David. Hey.

Oh, look who's here.

You guys, this is unbelievable.

Sil-bear.

How you feeling?

Better. Good.

Thanks for asking.

David, come sit over here.

What's up, Willie?

I still don't know
why you would want

to have anything to do with me.

David.

No, really.

Why do you hang in?

I mean, I've never
done anything for you.

That's not true.

You were my first kiss.

You were my first love.

Those things are priceless.

They'll stay with me always,

no matter which
way our lives go.

Well, I want you
to know one thing.

I'm not crazy.

Oh, yeah?

Well, then, what are you?

Crazier.

About you.

I love you, Donna.

I love you, too.

You know, this is just
like Thanksgiving dinner

at my place, only
without a roof.