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[theme music playing]

[pleasant music playing]

[Jim] Look, I can help you
manage your finances.

That's what I do,
and I do it very well.

But if you keep putting this
off, two things will happen:

you will be flat broke,

and you'll be
in a lot of pain.

If you don't take care of it
now, the courts will step in.

And when that happens,
all hell will break loose.

And frankly,

I think you have a moral
responsibility here as well.

Do you have any idea
how really serious this is?

Yeah, I guess I do.

Okay.

Do you know what
you have to do, Dylan?

You get on a plane,
you go to Hawaii,

and you make peace with
your mother once and for all.

I wish it were that simple.

You don't understand my mother.

Yes. But I do understand

a desperate situation
when I see one.

All my life,

she threw money at me
and called it love.

I didn't ask for love,
but to ask for money?

But if you don't,

you'll be asking
for a lot worse.

[up-beat music playing]

[people chattering indistinctly]

Oh! Ready to lose
all your money?

- What money?
- Come on.

Tomorrow night
in the game room

an hour after
the club closes.

Steve, I keep telling you,
I'm not coming.

I work too hard for my money
to waste it playing poker.

Besides, I'm not even
that good at it.

That's exactly why I think
you'd be an asset to the game--

you stink. [laughs]

Thanks for the vote
of confidence, Steve.

But, you know,
you're gonna stink

a lot worse
in about a minute.

You know where
these towels have been?

They got paddle tennis sweat,

sauna sweat, aerobics sweat,

and, uh, something from
the shower room floor.

I'm not even sure
what it is.

- No! No!
- Come on! Come on!

- Toxic waste coming through!
- [screams]

Whoa! [grunts]

Hey, does, uh, Seashell
Laundry have anything

strong enough to
sanitize this guy, huh?

- [laughing]
- Get me out of here, man!

- Hi, Dylan.
- Hi.

Got you some bread
at the Beverly Bakery.

Oh, you mustn't feel you have
to do something special for us

just 'cause
you're staying here.

Oh, I know.
I wanted to.

[doorbell rings]

[Brenda] It's for me!
I'll get it!

[Cindy] Okay, honey.

You know, I know
it's a difficult time

for you and your father.

Well, you guys are
making it much easier.

- Um, Dylan.
- Yeah?

Could you use
some pocket money?

No.

I... No. I mean, thank you,
but I'm fine, really.

Of course, you are. [chuckles]

[clears throat]

Hi. Where's Kelly?

Oh, she decided to go to Newport
Beach with her mom, after all.

Okay. Did we decide
on a movie?

Well, I thought we could
figure that out in Westwood.

Donna, I hate that.

We end up standing on a corner
arguing, and we miss the movie.

Well, we can argue here,
if you want.

Um, is Dylan coming?

You know,
as you may recall,

Brenda Walsh and Dylan McKay
broke up and--

Well, it doesn't
have to be a date.

You know, it could be more
of a group type of thing.

Or I could be Dylan's date.

I mean, if it would
make things easier.

Okay, fine. Dylan!

Do you want to go
to the movies?

No, I... Thanks.
I'll just stay here.

Oh, come on,
it's our treat.

[quietly] Dylan McKay,
charity case.

What?

Nothing. I just...
I'd rather,

you know, hang around here,
maybe do some reading.

What's going on with him?

You know what,
Donna, I don't know,

and I don't want to think
about it. Let's just go, okay?

[waves roaring]

[suspenseful music playing]

[clicking]

[man whispers] Watch it!

[door handle clicks]

- [quietly] Yes! Brandon!
- Shh! Shh!

I knew you'd come through.
You're all right.

Do you remember my cousin
Paul from Beverly High?

- How are you doing, Paul?
- This is Danny Waterman.

He graduated West
Beverly two years ago.

He invited me to my
first poker game here.

- How's it going?
- How are you doing?

You ready to lose
a little money?

You told him, too?
Why don't I

just give you
my wallet now,

save everybody
a lot of time?

Uh, hi. I'm,
I'm David Silver.

- You already know me.
- Yeah. How's it going?

Sorry, David.
It's his first game, too.

- Obviously.
- Yeah! I feel lucky.

- [lights click on]
- [whispering]

Okay, boys, let's
play some cards.

[David] Oh, wow!

I've never been here
at night. This is great!

Would you guys
keep it down?

Brandon, there's
no one else here.

- It's okay, trust me.
- I don't know, just feel like

the walls have ears
or something, you know?

[Danny] Don't be
such a squeef, huh?

Kids have been doing
this for years.

Yeah, but I haven't
been letting them in.

This is a great monitor.

[Steve] Personally, I like
the rear-projection ones.

We've got this 50-inch TV
at home, it's incredible.

But this has, like,
twice the brightness.

[clears throat] Hello,
are we gonna play cards

or just chit-chat, girls?
Let's go! Come on.

[David] This is a great stereo.

I can't believe you guys
don't crank this up!

David, just leave it
alone, okay?

Just one song. Please,
please, please, please.

[scoffs] Yeah, fine,
but quietly, all right?

Brandon, come on,
we're here to have some fun.

Yeah, right. Fun.
All right, let's go.

- How much down? Five.
- David, come on.

[Steve] Come to papa.

Baby needs
a new pair of shoes.

[up-beat music playing]

[laughing and snickering]

[Steve] Sorry.

[exhales sharply]

Silver, what are you doing?

Uh, I'm, I'm working
on my poker face.

Uh-huh.

I raise you this.

[inhales sharply]

I fold.

Outstanding!

All right! I knew
you'd have fun.

- What'd I tell you?
- [sighs] You told me I stink.

Ha! He told me that, too.

You told David
he stinks?

Uh, nah, he told me
that you stink.

[laughing]

- You're a great pal.
- [screams] Come on.

You guys should've been here
two, three years ago.

- Why?
- Well, first of all,

this wasn't just
a poker game.

This was the traditional Ross
Wienerblatt All Night Poker Club

and Chamber Music Society.

Who the hell's Ross Wienerblatt?

Well, that's part of
the mystery. Nobody knows.

But he had chamber music?

No, no, he didn't
have chamber music.

That was just
the name of the game.

Nobody really knows
where it came from, for sure.

But it's been going on
for 20 years or so.

Once or twice,
every summer.

And always at night.

You see, the thing was,

we'd dress like high rollers,

you know, like
we were from Vegas.

'Cause you gotta show

that you have respect
for the game of poker.

We'd have these big cigars

and Frank Sinatra music
playing, the whole package.

But the best thing,
the best thing about it

was that we'd have these girls,
these gorgeous chicks,

that would just sit next to us,

for luck.

- Wow.
- Cool.

[David] Fresh.

'Course, the main thing was,

we'd play for real stakes,
not this "penny-ante" stuff.

[bottle clinks]

Well, guys,
I gotta book.

But if you ever want to
play for real change,

give me a holler, huh?

Hang loose.

Uh, you hang loose, too.

Penny-ante?

[soft music playing]

[door creaks]

Oh, sorry, man. I was trying
not to wake you up.

No, I was up.

What, laying in the dark
with your eyes closed?

- I was thinking.
- What about?

Hawaii.

Hawaii.

Sounds nice.

[chuckles] Yeah.

So, what'd you do tonight?

I was playing cards
down at the club.

Should've been there, man.
It was a good time.

You guys play for big money?

Well, the stakes
weren't really--

Ah, man,
there's no thrill

if you don't stand
to lose all your money.

Gambling's like
bungee jumping.

You jump, and you're pretty sure
you're gonna bounce back, but,

would anybody
really do it

if there wasn't that
tiniest little possibility

that the cord will snap?

What do you have,
a death wish?

No way, man.

You won't catch me
jumping off any bridges.

You just like a little
excitement in your games, right?

Yes, I do.

Which is why I don't gamble.

It's just another
physical addiction.

A real gambler,

he isn't in it to win
or even to lose.

It's when the cards
are being dealt,

or the dice is rolling, or the
roulette wheel is spinning.

That's when your body
releases a chemical

that's more powerful
than booze...

adrenaline.

What a tremendous rush.

So, are you
a real gambler?

I don't know.

But, with my past,
why risk it?

Enough said, buddy.

- Good night.
- Night.

[door creaks]

Thanks, Dylan.

[up-beat music playing]

Walsh.

- Hey, morning, Henry.
- Yeah, morning.

Uh, listen, when
you left last night,

did you notice
anyone around?

Uh, who would
I have noticed?

Then they must've come
in after you left.

They, who?

Ah, some of
the members' kids.

I mean, most of 'em are nice,
but every year,

we get a few spoiled brats

who sneak in here
and play cards

in the middle
of the night.

- How do you know?
- I found some poker chips

on the floor of
the game room table,

and some of those
cheese thingamadoozies

squished into the carpet.

Well, it sounds pretty harmless.

If somebody falls,

gets hurt in the middle of
the night, sneaking around here,

it's gonna be
on my shoulders.

- I'm sorry.
- Hey, it's not your fault.

But listen,
I'll tell you what.

You probably know
some of these kids.

If you hear anything,
let me know, okay?

I won't say where I heard it.

Sure, no problem.

You know,
it just bugs me

when rich kids think
they own the world.

[people chattering indistinctly]

[Dylan] What can I get
for these?

I suppose all this
stuff is yours?

- Yeah.
- You got any receipts?

It's mostly gifts.

- Gifts, huh?
- Yeah.

I bought the guitar myself.

I suppose you're
gonna tell me

it's worth more
than it is, right?

I love this guitar;
I learned to play

- on this guitar.
- I can't use this.

What can you use?

Electronics.

VCRs, TVs, stereos.

$275 for the lot,
take it or leave it.

- I'll take it.
- Hmm.

Hmm, you probably
wanna keep this.

Picture of the girlfriend, huh?

Actually, it's my mother.

Taken a long time ago,
when she was younger.

It's mostly how I remember her.

Oh.

- Sorry.
- She's not dead.

She just lives in Hawaii.

Well, uh,

she looks real nice.

Yeah.

I'll, uh, I'll go get
the papers and your money.

You have 90 days
to redeem your items.

[up-beat music playing]

[all talking indistinctly]

Now, observe the
shadow of the antenna

and orient the blanket
exactly parallel to it.

That's to give us the most
even exposure to the sun.

Yeah, but if we
turn it this way,

we can now watch
the boys play volleyball.

Donna, please.

Who wants to spend their whole
day watching guys in shorts?

[both laugh]

Wienerblatt, tonight,
midnight, pass it on.

Hey, hey,
what's going on?

Sanders, you
promised me

we wouldn't get into
trouble for last night.

Now, Henry found out
about the poker game.

- He knows it was us?
- No, he doesn't know

- it was us, b--
- Then don't worry

about it, Brandon,
just chill out.

- Come on, Henry works for us.
- No, Henry works for you.

- I work for him.
- And you're my friend,

and I've been here
a lot longer than you have,

and I say we do it right.

An all night,
old-fashioned,

Ross Weinerblatt
Poker Club.

No.

High stakes, it could
mean some car cash.

No.

- Cigars?
- No.

- Babes.
- Which babes?

Oh, God,
what am I saying? No!

Brandon, come on, it's gonna
happen whether you come or not,

so you may
as well come.

What, and lose my job?

[sighs] All right, you can
make sure we cover our tracks.

No, no, Steve,
you don't understand.

Henry takes his job
very seriously,

and I don't like the idea
of walking all over him.

You won't have to!

I will let everybody in,
it won't be your responsibility!

[groans]

Come on, Brandon.

Come on, Brandon.

All right, I knew
you'd come through.

I'll think about it.

[rock music playing]

- [alarm rings]
- ♪ It's a glorified world... ♪

Okay, it's time to turn over.

♪ ...cars and money ♪

♪ It's a glorified world ♪

♪ Who thinks that
It's all fine... ♪

- [grunts]
- Sunscreen?

Okay.

Oh, what protection factor?

- Uh, 15.
- Here.

You wanna use 25.

It's peak tanning hours.
Trust me, I'm your friend.

Thank you.

Ah, here.
Wanna take this quiz?

"Should You Live
With Your Lover?"

No, thanks.

- Bren?
- Yeah?

Um, what's it like having Dylan
living with you in your house?

I said I didn't want
to take the quiz.

[laughs]

- Well, you two are lovers.
- Not.

But, still, I mean,

having him there
every day,

watching him across
the breakfast table.

Oh, please!

Passing him
in the hallway,

surprising him
in the shower...

- Donna!
- Oh, by accident, of course.

Look, if you really
want to know the truth,

it's gotten to the point
where Dylan and I

barely even talk
to each other.

- Are you kidding?
- He's gotten so moody.

I mean, all he does
is sit in his room all day.

He barely says a word
to me or Brandon.

This is really hard
to talk about.

It's okay.

I guess,
deep down inside,

I-I still love him.

And it hurts not to be
able to help him.

It's like, Dylan's father isn't
the only one that's in jail.

Well, I think I'm done
with the sun. [grunts]

You want a milk shake?
It's on me.

[sighs] No, thanks.

I still have six and a half
minutes left.

Okay.

[slow instrumental
music playing]

[birds chirping]

- Hi, sweetheart.
- Ow!

[winces]

I'm sorry.

I got more sun than I expected.

Honey.

You are burnt
to a crisp.

I know.

I fell asleep.
I mean, it's not fair!

Just because
I take a nap,

now I can't go to this party
with Donna.

She's getting dressed up
right now, and I'm here, fried.

Don't worry, Mama has
an old family remedy

to take the sting out.

It's not that disgusting
pink goop, is it?

Just come upstairs,
you'll see.

[sighs]

Wow, Bren, you really
got a lot of color.

- Very observant, Dylan.
- [grunts]

I meant that
as a compliment.

Or so he thought.

[sighs]

Anything interesting happen
in the world today?

[sighing]
I don't know.

Did you get in touch
with your mother yet?

- I will.
- 'Cause if you want to

use the phone, go ahead.
Just dial direct.

Dylan, I can't keep having the
same conversation with you.

I'm sorry. [sighs]

I know that you're just
trying to help me out,

and I'll take care of it.

What do you need a tie for?

Hey, we're doing
that poker thing again.

Thanks for the invite.

What? I thought you had
a problem with gambling.

We're not gonna
be playing for nickels,

dimes and quarters tonight.

The adrenaline's really
gonna be pumpin'.

You Walsh people,

always looking out
for my best interests.

Look, if you
wanna come, come.

Nah, that's all right.
I'll just stay here and read.

Fine.

[suspenseful music playing]

[door handle rattling]

Meow.

- [man] Meow.
- [chuckles]

Ready?

[Steve singing cha-cha melody]

[male vocalist] ♪ Play me
Something from the '30s ♪

♪ Put your hair up
That special way ♪

- Blue, blue.
- I want to see the blue.

She's gonna see it. Come on,
let's get it going, guys.

I'll see the blue
and I'll raise...

- [whistles]
- Okay, dealer's in.

- Blue and red.
- [crosstalk]

- Let's see 'em, boys.
- Blue and a red.

'Cause I think you're all gonna
be weepin' when you read 'em.

Let's go, read 'em
and weep, ladies.

[Donna] Check it out.

What do you got?
You got nothin'!

- I got, I got a king...
- You got nothin'!

- You got nothin'!
- [all talking simultaneously]

Oh! Paul's the winner, he's
got a three-ace hand going.

- [all groaning]
- [Donna] Wait a minute!

- Out.
- [chips rattling]

I got this.

I thought you said there was
gonna be some babes here.

[both clearing throats]

[Brandon] No, don't get me
wrong, Brenda, Donna,

you're great babes,
really great babes, but,

Brenda's my sister
and I already know Donna.

I mean, I thought
you meant, you know,

some new babes,
some fresh babes.

These are fresh babes.

Well, I'm enjoying myself.

This is all very sophisticated.

Yes, and the cigar definitely
adds a graceful touch.

- Yes.
- [inhales deeply]

- [wheezing softly]
- [coughing]

♪ Make me
A cocktail in a shaker ♪

Big Dave, are you gonna
light that thing or what?

[scoffs] What, are you kidding?
It could stunt my growth.

Too late.

- [girls laughing]
- [Steve laughs]

Well, I've had enough
of these things.

So, let's get down
to business, huh?

[Steve] How about it?
Why don't we play Anaconda?

I'm the dealer and we're not
gonna play Anaconda,

because Anaconda is heinous.

- Okay.
- [laughs]

[Dylan] Deal me in.

[suspenseful music]

Dylan, you sure?

I said...

deal me in.

I'm in.

Me, too.

Limit's 50 bucks, right?

That's right.

- [chips rattle]
- I'll call.

And I'll raise you $50.

- Fold-age.
- I'm out.

- Me, too.
- Forget me.

David?

- How much for me to stay in?
- 75 big ones.

Okay.

David, don't be a yutz!

Come on, Dylan hasn't
bluffed all night.

[whispers] Your cards
aren't that good.

I'm winning.
It's okay.

- What you got?
- I don't show mine.

Well, excuse us.

Do you see what
I'm talking about?

Mm-hmm.

So, Dylan,
how many cards?

I stand.

Big Dave?

Uh... two.

No, no, no, no, three.

- David, just--
- Three. Three.

- Two or three?
- Three.

[cards flicks]

Make it $50.

[music intensifies]

I raise $50.

[chips clatter]

B, spot me $50?

Sorry, buddy, I'm wiped.

Steve, my credit
good with you?

Yeah, sure.

Pot stands at $400.

- [exhales]
- Wow.

So, what you got?

Uh, one ace...

and-and four twos.

Damn it!

Full boat,
and I take a dive.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it has been real.

Dylan, you gonna be
all right, man? You okay?

Yeah, man,
I'm-I'm all right.

I just got to unwind
a little bit.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and take a sauna.

Go back, you play.

I'll just let myself out later,
maybe take a drive up the coast.

Listen, I'm-I'm really sorry.

I tried not to get you
involved in all this.

Look, man, I don't need
the Walsh family

watching out for me, all right?
I can take care of myself.

[door opens]

- [scoffs]
- [door closes]

Shall I deal?

This game is way
over my head.

- I'm done.
- Me, too.

Bran?

This is starting
to get a little weird.

I say, we just, uh, cash out
and go home, huh?

Okay.

[all chattering indistinctly]

You don't know her, Steve.
She's a Laker Girl.

- I've seen her on TV.
- That doesn't count.

I've got a projection TV,
Brandon.

I know her a lot better
than you think.

- You dawg!
- [laughing]

Hey, Sanders. I wanna
ask you a question.

Shoot.

Did you have a poker game
here last night?

- Of course not.
- Are you sure?

Well, absolutely.

I-I was with Brandon
all last night, right?

Yeah, right.

[Steve] Why?
What's wrong?

What's wrong?

I'll show you
what's wrong.

Remember the TV,

and the stereo equipment,
and everything else?

This club had
a major burglary last night.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Here's the list of our items
that were taken,

as best I can figure.

"VCRs, TV, sound system,
office equipment."

And I'll bet it's all
been fenced by now.

This stuff moves fast.

Do you have any idea
who did it?

Well, there was
no forced entry,

so it was probably someone
with keys or some access.

Someone who knew their way

- around this place pretty well.
- [man] Excuse me.

Who knew right where to go,
and what to go for.

Come with me, I'll show you
where to dust for prints.

It's an inside job,
Henry.

Should make it a little
easier to figure out.

Not gonna make it
easier on me.

What do you mean?
Cuts down on the suspects.

I just wish it was
somebody from the outside.

- Why?
- Eh, it doesn't matter.

It's not like they're
gonna blame you.

Sooner or later,
they're gonna find out

that I've got
an old police record.

You do?

Yeah, I was a little
older than you.

[smacks lips] And, uh,

out cruising
with my buddies.

Anyway, I fell asleep
in the backseat of their car,

and my friends
get this brilliant idea

to rip off a house
in Culver City.

To make a long story short,

I wake up and
I'm being charged

with breaking and entering,
same as the others.

- That's not fa--
- That doesn't matter.

It happened.
And it's gonna come up again.

I just wanted you
to hear it from me first.

Mr. Thomas.

Would you come with me?

We'd like to have a word
with you, privately.

Sure.

Excuse me.

♪ Dum ♪

What are you smiling
about, laughing boy?

- Come on, this is weird.
- Weird?

Do you have any idea
what you did?

Hey, I had nothing to do with
this robbery. This is funny.

I'm not even talking
about this!

[sighs] Man, you got me
to lie to Henry.

Oh, come on, it was
a little white lie.

Maybe it is to you, but
not to me and not to Henry.

I'm gonna go straighten
this thing out.

Hey, Brandon,
you'll get fired.

You don't care
about my job, man.

And you don't care
about Henry.

All you care about
is Steve Sanders.

Don't blow this, Brandon.

You're telling me
your employers

didn't even know
about your history?

All that had been
taken care of. No reason

- to talk about it.
- Excuse me.

Young man, I'm afraid
I'm going to have to--

I know more than I let on
about last night.

Oh?

[indistinct chatter over radio]

[Danny] Really,
Detective, look,

I didn't think
there'd be any problem.

I've been going
to these games for years.

There's never been
any trouble.

[Pena] These games
were always at night?

Eleven, twelve,
one o'clock, yeah.

After the club was closed?

Well, yeah.
That's kind of the point.

And always without permission?

Our parents are all members,
so, we really didn't think--

So, you're telling me that you
have a history of trespassing

at the Beverly Hills Beach Club.

[scoffs]

Once, when I was seven,
I took gum from a supermarket,

but my mother made me
bring it back.

- Hmm
- That's all I remember.

[Pena] You've been
very helpful.

Really?
Thanks.

Do you know
who my mom is?

[Pena] No, I don't.

So, you let the others
into the club

after it was closed
for the night?

Yeah, but then I made sure
the door locked behind them

when they came in,
and then after we all left.

- How did you do that?
- Well, the door kind of clicked.

- It "kind of clicked"?
- Bingo!

- Now, can I leave?
- No.

[Pena] So, I understand
you won big last night.

[nervously] Who, me?

I, uh, I had a cigar.

I threw up.

[chuckles nervously]

So, Dylan McKay didn't leave
the club with the rest of you?

No, I guess he left later.

Did he say why he was
staying, Brandon?

I don't know. Maybe he was
a little depressed.

Depressed? Why?

He lost a lot of money
in the game.

His family's
in financial trouble.

I guess you know,
his father's Jack McKay.

- He's in jail.
- What about his mother?

She lives in Hawaii.

He hasn't seen her
in a long time, about 10 years.

But, listen, even if Dylan
was in financial trouble,

he wouldn't steal anything.
It's not like him.

- You know him well?
- Yeah.

I mean, as well
as anyone can.

Well, okay,
Brandon, thanks.

- You've been very helpful.
- Oh, no problem.

So, do you think you'll
catch whoever did it?

We're keeping up an
active investigation.

Be sure to let
your friend McKay know

we'd like to have
a word with him.

Hey, Dylan.
When'd you get back?

Just now.

Hey, no offense, man, but,
you look pretty beat.

Yeah, well, last night,

I slept in my car
at the Ventura County line.

Had a lot of thinking
to do, you know?

Hey, did you hear
the club got ripped off?

No kidding.

Yeah, last night,
after the poker game,

someone broke in,
stole a bunch of equipment.

Hauled us all down to the police
station today for questioning.

[sighs]

Uh, they want to talk to you,
too, since you were there.

Okay. I guess
I'll get around to it.

Is the shower free?

Yeah, it's all yours.

[door closes]

[shower running]

[sighs]

I thought I heard
you in the shower.

I was gonna go
use Mom's bathroom.

- No, it was Dylan.
- Oh, he's back?

Yeah, I just wish
he'd keep all his stuff

on his own side of the room.

[clears throat]

Well, how do you like that?
Dylan's going to Hawaii.

No, he's not. He told me
he won't go see his mother.

Well, looks like
he changed his mind.

Would have been nice
if he would have told us, huh?

Well, he didn't change his mind
till this morning, you see?

Ticket was made up today.

He bought it today, but,

he lost all his money
in the game last night.

Well, maybe he charged it.

No, he doesn't have
any credit cards anymore.

He got the money
somewhere, okay?

- Just leave him alone.
- Oh, no, no, wait a minute.

The club gets
ripped off last night,

now, all of a sudden,
Dylan has money

and is blowing town
in two days?

Brandon, I can't believe
you're saying this!

He's not blowing town.

I mean, where do you get off
having this attitude?

You know, admittedly,

Dylan may be getting
on both of our nerves,

but he's not a thief,
he is our friend.

[doorbell rings]

- Hello.
- Hi, I'm Detective Peña.

I spoke with your children
earlier today.

Oh, so I understand.
How can I help you?

Is Dylan McKay here?

- Yes.
- Is that his Porsche?

- The one in the driveway?
- The one with the VCR,

amplifier and fax machine
packed in behind the seats,

sticking out
from under a blanket.

Well, I...
I don't know.

I'm here to ask Dylan McKay

to come downtown
for questioning.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Cindy] I just feel
so bad for Dylan.

I mean, first this thing
with his father

and then to be
hauled off by the police,

like a criminal.

He said the stuff in his car
was his, not the club's.

Why can't anyone believe him?

I'd like to believe him,
Brenda. He's my friend.

I just wish it made sense

that he happened
to be driving around

right after the robbery
with his VCR,

his amp, and his fax machine
hidden in his car.

- It wasn't hidden.
- It was under a blanket!

Well, maybe that's so
it wouldn't get stolen.

[scoffs]

- Brenda.
- Hey, don't look at me.

I said Dylan was
innocent all along.

Is Detective Peña still in
with the McKay boy?

- Yes.
- [smacks lips]

Like father, like son.

- What makes you say that?
- Excuse me?

Has he been formally
charged with anything?

No.

Then why are you condemning him
for what his father did?

- Or might have done.
- [hesitantly] Jim, please.

[Detective] What,
are you his lawyer?

No, just somebody who's gotten
to know him a little bit.

Yeah, well,
nice talkin' to ya.

Well, what about
your father?

Way to go, Dad.

We'll be in touch.

Hey. You guys
all waited for me.

Thanks.

- How are you doing?
- [Dylan] All right.

- [Jim] So, how'd it go?
- All right.

[suspenseful music plying]

[shower running]

You done yet?

- [Dylan] What?
- I said, "Are you done yet?"

There's a water
shortage, you know.

- [shower stops]
- Yeah, just give me a second.

Oh, don't use
all my shampoo, either!

Oh, forgot.
You already did that.

What the hell is your problem?
And don't say shampoo.

Oh, the shampoo is
just for starters.

Look, Brandon.

you guys have been nice about
helping me out and everything.

And I don't want to seem,

you know, ungrateful,
but I gotta know.

What is wrong with you?
What did I do?

That's between you
and the police, isn't it?

- Wa-wait a minute--
- Don't worry. I'll never tell.

Tell what?

Oh, I don't know, about the pawn
tickets I found in my trash can.

If you would've
been smart,

you wouldn't
have hid them there.

I could've told the police

and really put you
behind bars.

Behind bars for what,
hawking my own stuff?

Yeah, right. I know
what you have.

It's strewn all over my room!

Brandon, listen to me
for a minute.

That was my stuff,
I just wasn't keeping it here.

Do you know
what it's like, man,

to go to your family's
storage locker, day after day,

and just pick up
one more thing

that you can sell off
to stay afloat?

I mean, one day,
it's my skis,

the next day,
my guitar.

And then the watch that
my grandfather gave me.

It's like selling off your life,
piece by piece.

Everything you remember
is gone.

Why do you think
that stuff was in my car?

What about your
ticket to Hawaii?

I'm finally gonna see
my mother.

Your mother, the flake,

who you don't even
want to talk to?

Didn't.

And how could you
afford a ticket

after you lost big
in poker?

I called her.

Spoke with her
and she paid for it.

I picked it up
at the airport.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I couldn't.
- You couldn't?

I'm not the kind of guy
that runs home to Mom.

[up-beat music playing]

Hey, little lady,
can I buy you a snack?

Please.

Bren, haven't you had
enough of the sun?

Who, me?
[chuckles]

Oh, I just laugh
at the sun.

[suspenseful music playing]

Is now a good time?

Give me a few seconds.

[TV clicks off]

Walsh.

Do I still work here?

You know, I could be
royally ticked you lied to me,

or I could be glad

that you told the
detective the truth.

I don't know.

I think maybe I'll be
both for a while.

So, that means...

Yeah. Stick around.

Why not?

Thank you, Henry.

I mean, Walsh,
somewhere inside there,

there's a pretty decent kid.

Maybe we can pry him out by
the end of the summer, huh?

Hey, Walsh, good news.

You know the Los Angeles
Beach Club, up the road?

They got hit last night,
the exact same kind of robbery.

That's great news, Henry.

Oh, no, no.

This time, they caught
the guys in the act.

And you know who it was?
You're not gonna believe this.

Who?

It was the Seashell
Laundry Service.

- The same one we use?
- The same one all the clubs use.

Or maybe I should
say "used." [laughs]

Hey, Henry, this doesn't mean
I'm gonna have to take

all the towels to the laundry
myself now, does it?

We'll see, Walsh.

We'll see.

- I gotta go call Dylan.
- I already did.

I came to say goodbye.

- [groans]
- Oh, does that hurt?

[chuckles] No,
it's much better now.

Yeah. Listen, um...

it was really great how you
stuck by me during all this.

It was easy.
I believed you.

Yeah, I wish it was
that easy for me.

I didn't always
believe in myself.

I was beginning to think
there was more of my father

inside me than I had
originally thought.

Yeah, well,
I think Brandon

was maybe beginning
to wonder the same thing.

Well, it would make
sense to him.

I mean, he's a lot
like his father.

I like that about
your brother.

Anyway, Brenda,

I want you to promise
me that while I'm gone,

you have a good time, okay?

Yeah, right.
You, too.

Oh, I'm beginning
to think I will.

I mean, if I can stand
it here with you guys,

I figure me and Mom

got a good shot
at working it out.

Oh, very funny.

- Just one request.
- What?

For God's sakes, woman,
stay out of the sun.

You wanna check my luggage,

see if there's any
of your stuff in there?

[chuckles softly]

Listen, man, I'm sorry
I put you through all that.

I should've had
more faith in you.

Yeah, well, I needed
a kick in the butt

to get me going on this
little adventure, anyway.

Besides, we're past
that, aren't we?

I don't know, are we?

Yeah, we are.

Cool.

Oh, hey, listen,

- before I forget.
- Oh, man.

I got you a little
going-away present.

- You didn't have to do that.
- Oh, I did, I did.

It's not the swankiest
present in the world,

it's just a bottle of shampoo,

but I know you use
the stuff and--

You know, it-it's funny,

because I got you
something, too.

A replacement.

[snickers]

[theme music playing]