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[theme music playing]

[woman coughs]

Believe it or not.
That was 90 seconds.

Not a long time by any means,

but certainly long enough
for any garden-variety criminal

to rob your house,

rob you bat-blind.

It's not my intention
to frighten you.

I'm simply trying to point out

that in that same 90 seconds,
an armed guard

from the West Beverly Hills
Patrol would've been

at your doorstep.

Before I take any questions,

I'd like to thank our hosts
of the evening,

also, they are our
newest subscribers.

Jack and Candy Welsh.

- [crowd applauds]
- [chuckles]

It's Walsh.

Jim and Cindy Walsh.

[man] So all you do is press
those code numbers

into this keypad like this,

and bingo, you're online.

Now we can sleep at night.

Huh, don't get me started.
This was your mother's idea.

If you need
another block captain

for the neighborhood watch...

Say no more.
We need all the help we can get.

- Well, you heard what he said.
- I know.

Well, that's why we felt
we should become involved.

The Lieberman house was broken
into in broad daylight.

- That's horrible.
- Mm.

I don't think
we've met the Liebermans.

Well, you haven't
missed anything.

But the worst is
that Kaplan over at 1410, ugh,

with those barking dogs
that he runs off the leash.

- And have you heard the latest?
- [Cindy whispers] No.

Well, the new people have moved
into the old Walker house.

Oh, what are they like?

[chuckles]

Oh, you'll see.

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep knocking
At your door ♪

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep coming back
for more... ♪

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I say, hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep knocking
At your door ♪

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep coming back
For more... ♪

Ah, he's lookin' cool.

He's drivin' cool.

For Steve Sanders,
the world is one huge clam.

[chuckles]

♪ Hello, again ♪

♪ I'll keep comin' back
For more... ♪

Dylan, your mom has been here

for three weeks.
Am I gonna meet her?

Bren, you've gotta trust me,

you do not want
to meet this woman.

Come on.
She cannot be all that weird.

No, of course not, Bren.

I know everybody's
parents listen to tapes

of wind chimes in the car.

Wind chimes?

♪ Again ♪

[fades]
♪ I say, hello, again... ♪

Good morning, Andrea.

What're you talking about?
It's a great morning!

I think we have found
ourselves a staff photographer.

I told you someone would come
out of the woodwork.

Yeah, fortunately,
for all of us, somebody did.

- Who?
- Robinson Ashe III.

Ah, yes. Robinson Ashe III.

Splendid chap.

Not to be confused with
Robinson Ashe IV,

or for that matter
Robinson Ashe V.

I don't care what his name is.

He's by far
the best photographer

this school has had.
Look at these

lifestyle shots he submitted.
They're great!

Here, look at this one.

Huh?

[Brandon] Can he shoot sports?

I don't know. Why don't you ask?
I think he has Tech this period.

What's he like?

Well, actually,

I haven't had the chance
to meet him yet, but...

- Oh, Andrea.
- Please, Brandon,

you're much better
with new people.

You know how intense I get.

Besides, now that you're
the Editorial Board,

I think it's time
that you started making

some of
the tough calls yourself.

Fine.

But what if I don't like him?

Well, why wouldn't you like him?
You like practically everybody.

Yeah, but I've never had to deal

with a real live
"Robinson Ashe III" before.

Well, if you truly
don't like him...

maybe you'll learn to like him?

- Thanks, Andrea.
- Anytime.

- Robinson Ashe, I presume.
- Yo, what can I do for you?

Oh, you're Robinson?

- You got that right.
- Hey, I'm Brandon Walsh,

I'm the sports editor for
the West Beverly Blaze.

I hear you're pretty good
with a camera.

Just pretty good?

Or good enough to become
the next staff photographer

of the West Beverly Blaze?

[boy] One, two, three!

[band playing]

[camera shutter clicking]

How's it going, Chief?

I don't know, man.

It's tougher than I expected.

A lot tougher.

But you know,
I think most of it's in focus.

What's the problem?

You know, it's hard to say,

but I think the main problem is

you don't know when I'm goofing.

Score one for the kid, man.
Look, have no fear,

with me taking the pictures,
your only problem is gonna be

is choosing which one's
gonna be the best.

That's what I like about you.

You're so modest.

And yet so good
at everything I do.

Listen, no rush on the film.

- Drop it off tomorrow.
- All right...

Oh, Brandon, um,

can I ask you a personal favor?

Do you by any chance live
north of Wilshire?

Uh-huh.

Can I get a ride home with you?

Look, man, this is, uh,

it's pretty tough
for me to say, but, uh...

Yeah, look, hey, man,

if it's not cool,
it's not a problem.

No, no, listen, it is a problem,

and I'll tell you
what the problem is...

See, you don't know
when I'm goofing.

You're good, Walsh.

Yeah, you got that right.

So where exactly do you live,
Robinson Ashe III?

[doorbell rings]

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Oh, this is so sweet
of you. Come in.

No, I know how
hectic moving day is.

I don't want to keep you,

but I just wanted to come
over and introduce myself.

I'm Cindy Walsh.
We live a few houses down.

I'm Felicity Ashe,
and we live here.

[both laugh]

I love your house.

It's my favorite in
the whole neighborhood.

Well, thank you.

Come back and visit us anytime.

Uh, we should have all
the boxes unpacked sometime

between now
and the next five years.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

When we moved here from
Minneapolis last summer.

We still got crates
in the garage.

Well, I'll tell you what,
if we ever finish here,

I'll come and help you unpack.

- I might take you up on that.
- Do.

But until then,
if you need anything, just call.

Thanks. Thanks, Cindy, will do.

Oh, and I hope you don't mind,

but I brought along a pamphlet

from the
West Beverly Hills Patrol.

I'm the new block captain
for the neighborhood watch.

Oh.

It's not like Beverly Hills
has a major crime problem,

but, uh, there have
been some incidents this month.

We heard. In fact, my
husband thinks it's a good thing

these break-ins started
before we moved in.

He was joking, of course.

- Oh, oh, I knew that.
- [both laugh]

[Robbie] Yeah, I do believe

I can get used to
the hills of Beverly real fast.

I don't think I'll ever
get used to this place.

That's because you never
lived in the hood.

Must be pretty rough down there.

Yeah, well, it can
get sticky sometimes,

but you know, as long
as I can remember,

my papa's been promising my mom

he'd buy a house
in Beverly Hills.

You gotta dap him, man.
He came through big-time.

What does your father do?

You ever heard
of Poppa's Popcorn?

Yeah, my sister only
lives on the stuff.

Well, that's his company.

Your dad is the "Poppa"
of Poppa's Popcorn?

"Positively finger-poppin'
the old fashioned way."

[laughs]

[Brandon] So, you think
your papa's got

some free samples lying around

for all his hungry
new neighbors?

[Robbie] From what I can tell,

Papa might have
a lifetime supply for you

if you can let his son ride to
school with you in the mornings.

I think that can be arranged

once in a while.

All right!

Then, uh, you want
the extra-light,

super-crispy,
or new and improved Cajun Spicy?

- Surprise me.
- Cool.

Catch you later then, neighbor.

All right, man, go easy.

All right.

Look what you did!

Look what I did? Are you insane?

You rammed into me.

This is a brand-new car.

Well, this is a classic car.
Give me your license.

- No.
- What do you mean "no"?

We gotta report the accident.

Listen, I don't have to do
nothing till I talk

to my father,
whom you better believe is going

to put your head on a platter

and serve it to his lawyers.

Yeah, well, my father's
no slouch either.

By the time we're finished,

you're gonna wish
you never graduated

from driver's training.

- We'll see.
- Yeah, we'll see.

[Brandon] I can't believe
what I'm hearing here.

Why should I pay for something

that wasn't my fault?

I already told you,
I will pay for it.

It's a non-issue. Let's drop it.

There's a principle
involved here.

What's involved here
is a minor accident,

where no one was injured,

so let's walk away from it

with our heads held high and our
insurance premiums intact.

Fine. Why don't
we just roll over

with our tails between our legs
while we're at it?

He's your son. You talk to him.

- Dad, wait--
- Brandon, look,

even if it is her fault,
and I'm sure it was,

This is not the kind of message

I wanna be sending
to these people.

We lived here for two months

before anybody on the block
even deigned to talk to us.

That's probably because
we're from Minnesota.

Very funny, Brenda. But the fact
is they're our neighbors now.

We have to try
to get along with them.

We have to learn
to live with them.

- But--
- Brandon, I'm sorry,

that's the way I feel,

and that's the way
it is gonna be.

You know why they're doing this,
don't you?

Yeah, for free popcorn?

Ha, ha, ha.

You know the worst part about it

is that girl's gotta
be gloating right about now.

[Sherice] But, Daddy,
it was his fault!

[Robinson]
I sincerely doubt that,

the way you drive
like a bat out of hell.

I told you not to
buy her a sports car.

This is an A and B conversation.

C your way out of it, please.

Robbie, hush.

I'll call the insurance company
in the morning.

If you won't sue him, I will.

[Robinson] Look here.

We didn't move to Beverly Hills

so you could make
a spectacle of yourself.

Right. We moved here so we could

become a whiter shade of pale.

Sherice.

That is cruel and untrue.

What am I supposed to say
in Inglewood when they ask

why we moved out?

How about telling
them the truth?

How about telling them
that one of the reasons

we moved out was to put
as many miles between

you and that
Devo Demars character,

with whom I know
you're still hanging about?

- Busted.
- Shrimp,

you're working my last nerve.

[Robinson] So why don't you take
that last nerve

over to the Walshes
and tell that young man

that your father insists

- on paying for the damages.
- But, Daddy...

No buts. Just go.

My papa told me to talk to you.

Well, mine told me
to talk to you.

- So talk.
- You first.

My father insists on
paying for everything.

So does mine.

[chuckles]

If your father's
anything like mine,

I just might have to be
nice to you, out of pity.

- Don't do my any favors now.
- Hey, if it were

up to me, we would be
having an appointment

with Judge Wapner
and The People's Court.

- Judge Wapner?
- Yes.

[both chuckle]

I'm Brandon.

I'm Sherice.

Welcome to Beverly Hills,
Sherice.

Thank you, Brandon.

Tell me, does everyone
in Beverly Hills

drive like a raving lunatic?

- No, just you.
- [both chuckle]

- [alarm sounding]
- [Cindy gasps]

- Jim. Jim.
- Cindy.

- Call the Security Patrol.
- Cindy!

Call them!

It's probably Brandon.

[Brandon] Hey, Mom,
what's the keypad number?

[alarm sounding]

This is a very loud way
to wake up in the morning!

I know, Ma. Sorry.

I just wanna go for
a bike ride before school.

Well, if you'd paid attention
the other night

instead of clowning around
with your sister,

you'd know how
to turn this thing off!

I thought the number was 2514.

- It is 2514!
- That's the number

I punched in!

[keypad beeps]

[alarm continues]

Mom, how come
nothing's happening?

[Cindy groans]

[alarm sounding]

I'm sorry,
I still don't quite see

why we can't turn
the alarm off directly?

Nice work, champ.

All I did was open the door!

Oh, sure, Brandon.

Here, let me try.

Just a minute, hold on a second.

Hello.

No, Mrs. Cooper.

No, there's nothing
to worry about.

I have the Security Police
on the other line.

No, nothing's wrong,

the alarm just
seems to be stuck.

[alarm stops]

- Thank you, thank you.
- Dad...

For my next trick, I will
pull a rabbit out of my hat.

No, do the one where you
make Mrs. Cooper disappear.

Uh, no, yes.

No, no, Mrs. Cooper...

[Brandon] It may be funny now,

but I'm telling you,
before you guys came downstairs,

Mom was borderline touch-and-go.

Brandon, Mom may be
a little crazed about

all these burglaries, but she's
definitely not wigging on us.

No, I didn't say that. I just...

She's just stressed, that's all.

[tires screeching]

Oh, my God.

I don't believe this.

Sherice... babe.

You gotta settle down,

or you're gonna die behind the
wheel and take me out with you.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

That's 'cause
you weren't looking.

You're right.
It's just that I'm late

- for school.
- Where do you go,

USC or the Mario Andretti
School of Unsafe Driving?

Brandon, I'm still
in high school.

Wait a second,
if you go to West Beverly,

how come I'm driving
your brother to school?

'Cause I go to Baldwin.

- Where's that?
- Near where we used to live.

A long way to drive, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

- So, nice talking to you.
- Well, wait a second.

Why don't you go
to West Beverly?

"I wouldn't go to West Beverly

if it was the last hellhole
in the galaxy.

Too many cashed-up snobs."

You should've
heard the way she dissed

on everybody at Beverly.

I can relate to that one.

It's not what she said,
it's how she said it.

You got to remember,
this is coming from a girl

who's driving around
in a brand-new convertible,

courtesy of her papa, the Poppa.

Positively finger-poppin'?

The same. We're talking
beaucoup bucks here.

[chuckles]

Princesses come in
all shapes and sizes.

And colors.

But you say that
she's a good student.

According to Robbie,
she's always complaining

that her classes aren't hard.

She has a chance
to go to a great school,

and she trashes it.

That is exactly what
interests me about her story.

What story?

Brandon, here I am
lying through my teeth

about living in district
so I can come here,

and she's driving halfway
across the universe to avoid it.

What story?

No, there's a story
lurking there.

I'm just not quite sure
what it is yet.

When you find it, Ace,
be sure and let me know.

Brandon, all I'm
asking you to do

is have a simple
conversation with her.

But that means
I'd have to talk to her,

which is not something
I want to rush back into.

And believe me,
the feeling is very mutual.

Then why don't you
ask Robbie to help you?

I'm sure he'd love that.

Look, if he truly wants to be
the next staff photographer,

he'll help you.

Why is it
that every time I look up,

that Robbie kid has
a telephoto lens pointed at me?

Yeah, just what this
campus needs, paparazzi.

You know, he kinda reminds me
of David Silver.

I mean, except he's black.

I didn't know
David Silver was black.

Shut up.

I don't know, but I think

Brandon has a thing
for his older sister.

Mr. Ashe, how you doing today?

Good timing, Walsh.

I just framed your twin sister
for a prize winner.

Speaking of sisters, uh,

this is gonna sound kinda weird,

but Andrea wants me
to interview yours.

- Interview Sherice?
- If it's all right with you.

No, I have no problem
with the concept, man.

It's just that, uh,

it's Sherice
you got to worry about.

Why's that?

You really want the truth?

Always.

You see, it may be
different with you,

but the truth is

Sherice really isn't that crazy
about white people.

Wonderful.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

Tamale Heaven.

Ramon, it's me.
Can I speak to him?

Sure thing, love.

Devo!

- Yo.
- Popcorn.

Tell her I'm busy.

He'll be right with you.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

[Robbie] Mom, you look terrific!

Oh, thank you.

Robbie, I just left you a note.

You're on your own
for dinner tonight.

Papa's being honored by
the Chamber of Commerce.

But, Mom, I invited Brandon
over to eat with us.

So you're Brandon.

Robbie and Reesie have had
plenty to say about you.

Well, then half of what
you heard is probably true.

- [all laughing]
- Okay, we won't be late.

Say hi to your mom for me.

Will do.

Uh, Mom, is there
anything to eat

besides you know what?

Maybe Brandon would like
to try our Cajun Light?

- Oh, Mom!
- What?

It won't be
in the store for months.

- It would be my pleasure.
- [Felicity] Good.

You tell me what you think.

All right, goodbye, everyone.

I swear, that woman
tries to turn

all my friends into guinea pigs.

So feed me.

[chuckles]

Don't you want to see me?

Look, you know I do.

But what do you want me to come
way up into Beverly Hills for?

So your old man can kill me?

He can't kill what he can't see.

They're not coming
back till late.

We could practically spend
the whole night together.

Look, I got to close up
here tonight,

- you know what I'm saying?
- What about later?

I just think I should
lay low because,

with my brothers in town,
they might be trying to run

some mind games
on Mom's, you know?

[scoffs] It's always
something with you,

- isn't it, Devo?
- Sherice...

You know, if you want
to break up, that's fine.

Just don't use Beverly Hills
as your excuse.

Come on now, Sherice.

I can take a hint.

[scoffs] Sucker.

How long have you
been standing there?

Uh, I was just waiting for
Robbie to bring out the popcorn.

And eavesdropping on
my private conversation?

No, I wasn't. Not really.

All I know is
you have a boyfriend

who detests Beverly Hills
about as much as you do.

First of all,
I don't have a boyfriend.

And second of all,
I don't detest Beverly Hills.

Oh, that's right.

What was it you said
to me this morning?

"FYI, Brandon,

Beverly Hills ain't
heaven on Earth."

What was that about, Reesie?

It was about putting you
on the defensive.

And don't ever call me "Reesie."

[scoffs] You are brutal.

Sorry about that.

Well, you should be.
I'm a nice guy.

No, really I am.
My mom told me so.

What else did she tell you?

She told me to look both ways
before crossing the street

and always be polite
to the ladies.

In all shades and colors?

Never stopped me before.

Hey, look, I couldn't
find the Cajun Spicy,

so I cooked us up
some extra crispy.

Thanks, but there's been
a slight change of plans.

I'm gonna take your sister
out to eat tonight.

She agreed to be interviewed?

Well, actually,
I didn't bring it up.

I figured we'd get to
know each other first,

and, uh, see what happens,
if it's all right with you.

Yeah, sure.

It's cool with me.

I got two cousins
working in Beverly Hills.

Same house, different wings.

Wings, man.

The house is so big they got to
fly from one end to the other.

[laughs]

Oh, I crack me up.

Fly.

Go see your girl, man.

I got you covered.

You think I should
give her a call, man?

- A call?
- Yeah.

- Come on, man.
- Devo,

where's your sense
of romance, homie?

What she wants is for you
to show up at her doorstep

with flowers
and some strawberry yogurt.

[grunting]

What's up? Talk to me.

- You gonna lend me your ride?
- Now you're talking.

But you gotta change that shirt.

- Oh, what's up?
- You're going to Beverly Hills.

A green one, for money.

[laughs]

[Brandon] This is Sherice.

Hi.

[Brandon] This is David,
Donna and Dylan.

You can just call us
the three Ds.

[chuckles]

I don't think so.

Well, it's nice
to meet you, Sherice.

This is my sister Brenda.

She was in the car you tried
to take out this morning.

Sorry about that.

That's okay.
Hey, I like what you're wearing.

Thanks.

[Steve] And I love the way
you wear it.

I'm Steve Sanders.

You're definitely better-looking
than your brother.

I hope so.

- And this is Kelly.
- Hi.

I love what you're wearing.

[Kelly] Thank you.

Uh, you want to sit down?

This is very hip, Brandon.
Very hip.

273... no, 274.

Operator, just give me
Robinson Ashe in Beverly Hills.

While you're at it,
let me have an exact address.

It's a new listing.

What? It's not listed?

Well, that figures.

I should have known
this old man wasn't gonna have

his digits
in the phone book, uh...

No, it's okay.
I'm gonna have to wing it.

[alarm blaring]

[loudly] My husband must have
accidentally set it off!

- [keypad beeping]
- We don't know why!

I don't know why we ever
installed this damn thing

- in the first place.
- What was that, Mrs. Cooper?

Oh, no, you didn't have to
call the Security Patrol!

She did what?

Oh, oh. It's okay, honey,
it was not because of us!

It's because Mr. Kaplan's
dogs are barking too loud!

Oh, of course, the dogs.

I can really hear them barking.

- [pounds wall]
- Jim!

- [keypad beeps]
- [alarm stops]

[sighs]

Honey, way to go.

Mrs. Cooper, I have to go now.

[dog barking]

Get out of here. Get!

Hey!

Hold it.

Don't you like animals, kid?

Well, I can take 'em
or leave 'em,

but, uh, I work
at this tamale stand

so they must smell the meat,
you know?

Yeah, where are you
going so fast, huh?

- I'm going to see my girlfriend.
- What's her address?

She lives on Hillcrest Drive.
I don't know the exact address,

- but the name is Ashe.
- We better call BHPD,

have 'em come and check
out our friend here.

Oh, give me a break.
What you gonna do?

Are you going to arrest me
for walking on a public street?

- What's in the bag?
- Yogurt.

Keep your hands to the side.

Well, check it out. Hey.

Hey, get your hands off me, man!

[yells]

You responsible for all
those burglaries, my man?

What burglaries, man?
Look, I ain't done nothing.

Shut up!

[yells]

Give me a reason.

Robbie called when you
were in the shower.

His mom's going to
take him to school.

Oh, okay.

I really liked Sherice.
Everybody did.

Do you think she liked us?

Yeah, she even liked Steve.

I think it was me
she didn't like.

Oh, she wouldn't let you
kiss her good night, huh?

I think she has a boyfriend.

Oh, that's a different story.

Yeah, it is.

That's terrible.
That's terrible!

When did the police leave?
Well, was anyone else injured?

[Brenda] What happened?

Your mother's speaking
to Mrs. Cooper,

so I don't know how viable
any of this is,

but apparently there was
a prowler outside the Ashe home

last night,
who turned out to be a friend

of the daughter's,

the crazy one
with the sports car.

Yeah, I know who she is, Dad.
I took her out last night.

- You did?
- Yeah.

Is there some kinda problem
with that?

No.

- I'm just surprised, that's all.
- Why?

Well...

because, uh, two days ago,

you were ready

- to drag her into court.
- Well...

Can you guys
tell me what happened?

What happened is
the Security Patrol was called

- and all hell broke loose.
- This is a real mess.

[doorbell rings]

Morning.

Yo, man, didn't Brenda tell you?

My mom's taking me to school.

Yeah, she told me.

We just heard about what went
down with the Security Patrol.

Oh, well, that.

It's not a big thing,
you know that.

My mom didn't know
all the details,

but didn't the cops come?

You know, to tell
you the truth, man,

I really don't know.
I was sleeping mostly.

Well, you must be
a pretty heavy sleeper, pal.

Wasn't there a squad car...

Look, like I said,
I really don't know.

Why don't we just
forget about it,

you know what I'm saying?

Hold on a second there.

How's Sherice doing?

I guess she's doing okay, um,

look, I gotta go.
I'll catch you later.

- All right.
- Okay?

[Robinson] We have rules
in this house, young lady.

There are rules in this house
and you broke them all.

How many times have we
specifically told you

to stop seeing Devo Demars?

I wasn't even here
when it happened, Daddy.

What are you trying to sell me?

That this was
some random coincidence

that that no class bum
gets himself into a fight

with the police
in front of our house

- while you're out gallivanting.
- We went out to get a hamburger.

You got a problem with that?

You'd like Brandon, honey.

Yeah, maybe I would...

but what I don't like is
being lied to.

What I don't like is my daughter

sneaking around
with a high school dropout.

What am I supposed to do?

You set the rules.

You tell me I can't go out
with this one.

You tell me
I can't go out with that one.

Black, white,
it doesn't make a difference.

No one is ever good enough
for you.

That's enough out
of your smart mouth, young lady.

None of this would have happened

if you didn't invite that thug
here in the first place.

What are the neighbors
going to say?

Who cares
what the neighbors think?

I care.

Your mother and I didn't work
all these years

to buy a house in Beverly Hills

so that we would be put
under a microscope.

Look, Sherice,
if I am hard on you,

it's because I love you.

Well, I'm sure this will all
blow over soon.

By this time tomorrow, the whole
thing will be forgotten forever.

- [Steve] Hey, buddy.
- Hey, Steve-o.

Hey, Kellster, what's happening?

Why don't you tell us?

Huh?

We were just wondering
what happened last night.

I wish I knew.

This PR guy at the police
department's been giving me

the runaround all morning, um...

What are you talking about?

- Sherice.
- What about Sherice?

We were just wondering

if there's any
jungle fever happening.

You two really ought to

consider getting
back together again.

What's his problem?

Look, I know you're a guy
with a mission,

but I can't put the paper to
bed without a sports page.

Yeah, sorry,
I'll put it together.

The police won't release
any details

'cause it turns out the guy
wasn't actually arrested.

If he wasn't arrested,
what's the story?

What's the story?

The story is a young black guy
gets detained and harassed

on a public street
for no apparent reason

other than the color
of his skin,

and nobody wants
to talk about it.

Wait a minute, wait.
What are you saying?

That, that there's
a cover-up going on here?

No, all I'm saying is that

some of these private security
guards are like loose cannons.

Who are they
accountable to anyway?

I think you'd better talk
to the guy they stopped.

First, I gotta
find out his name.

That would help.

Hey, Robbie.

I've been looking all
over for you.

You weren't in Tech class.

I came in a little late
this morning.

Listen, uh, I was hoping
maybe you could help me out.

Do you know Sherice's friend,
the one that got hassled?

- Yeah.
- What's his name?

Look, I thought we were
going to forget about that.

And pretend nothing happened?

Sounds like a plan to me.

Robbie, I need to
interview this guy, and I--

I'd like it if you could tell me
how I can get in touch with him.

Now, come on, Brandon.

Why are you going to make
this thing worse than it is?

My parents are steamed up
enough. You know that.

Yeah, I know, but the truth is
this isn't about your parents.

This is about breaking
a news story.

If you want to be
our new staff photographer,

I suggest you find a way
to help me out here.

Well, if you put it that way,

I strongly suggest you find
yourself a new photographer.

Hey, come on, man.
What's your problem?

My problem is you, man.

You are a user
and I'm sick of it.

You blatantly used me
to get my sister.

- No, that's not true.
- Yes, it is!

You use every opportunity
you can find

to make me painfully aware
that when you look at me,

you don't see the new kid
on the block.

You see the new black kid
on the block.

And I hate to tell you this,
but in my eyes,

that doesn't make you a whole
hell of a lot different

than those dudes
at the Security Patrol.

[Brandon] The guy practically
called me a racist

and he did call me a user.
It's bogus, man, it...

It's pure BS.

What? You think I use people?
You think I'm a racist?

No, Brandon, of course not.

You promise you won't get mad?

Go on.

If you didn't think
there was a kernel of truth

to what he was saying,

you probably wouldn't be
so angry.

[Brandon] Sherice.

You got a minute?

Is this off the record
or on the record?

I guess Robbie told you
about the article, huh?

The moment I got home
last night.

Right after he told me
Devo got busted.

I'm sorry. I should
have said something--

Yeah, you should have,

but then I should have
known better

than to go out with a boy
from Beverly Hills.

Look, Sherice,
when I asked you out,

I didn't ask you
out as a reporter.

I asked you out as a friend,

or at least someone who
wanted to become your friend.

If you truly want
to become my friend,

get out of here
before my papa grounds me

for another month.

Sherice.

[alarm blaring]

[sighs] That damn alarm.

You better rush home
and call the Security Patrol.

For all you know,

a "negro" might be breaking
into your house.

Okay, okay, fine, you win.
I'm the bad guy.

I'm the biggest bastard
in the history of Beverly Hills,

all right?

You can say or think
anything you want about me.

I don't care.

But what happened
to your friend Devo

on this street last night
was wrong!

Now, I want to write
a story about it,

but I need you to tell me how
I can get in touch with him.

Go home, Brandon.

[loudly] Mrs. Cooper,
Mrs. Cooper,

you're not listening to me.

There is no need
to call the Security Patrol

because they're already here!

Yes, yes, they're in
the other room trying to locate

what keeps setting
this thing off!

If you and Dad don't
disconnect that thing, I will.

It's embarrassing,
Mom, it really is.

Yes, yes, Mrs. Cooper,
I'm still here!

Do you have any earplugs?

Really.

And you know the irony
of all this?

That Sherice's friend probably
wouldn't have even been hassled

if the Security Patrol
had not come here

to answer our false alarm!

- [alarm stops]
- Ugh...

It's about time.

This kind of thing
never happens.

We're replacing
all the circuits.

[chuckling] Clearly,
something's defective.

Clearly.

Listen, you and your family
have all been very patient.

I appreciate it, okay?

Anything I can do
for you, just...

Actually, maybe there is
something you could do.

When your security officers
detain someone,

do they fill out a report?

Sure, yeah.

Hey, where are you going
so fast?

- Tamale Heaven.
- Hmm. Sounds delish.

I'll let you know.

Is it that new
place on Charleville?

- No, it's south.
- Where?

It's south.

It's somewhere between Watts
and the airport, I think.

Why are you going there?

It's where
Sherice's boyfriend works.

I wanna try
to get an interview with him.

This is going to
sound kind of beat,

but is it safe for you
to go there by yourself?

- Well, we'll see.
- Brandon!

I know you love playing
Woodward and Bernstein,

but I think you're getting way
over your head here.

- Thanks.
- Brandon...

Brenda, stay out of it.
It's got nothing to do with you.

Fine. Just go.

[door closing]

♪ You open up your legs ♪

♪ Let me lick the devil ♪

♪ And raise hell ♪

♪ I roll downtown
To eat around chow ♪

♪ Blowing, vibing
To surround sounds ♪

♪ Not knowing ♪

♪ Quite the candidate I found
So I approached her ♪

♪ With an open mind
And nice smile ♪

♪ "I'm Toussant" ♪

- ♪ "What's your name?" ♪
- ♪ Janelle ♪

♪ Girl, you got a build
That'll make a nigga kill ♪

♪ Be careful ♪

♪ I'm kidding
I got a sick sense of humor ♪

♪ And I wish
I would have got here sooner ♪

- ♪ I'm kind of in a rush ♪
- ♪ Well, why you blush? ♪

♪ I mean, I let you go
I ain't gonna tie you up ♪

♪ What? You look surprised
That's why your eye rolled off ♪

♪ I can't chase you
If you don't want to be caught ♪

♪ Let's be adults about it
Exchange information ♪

♪ Later on
We prolong this conversation ♪

♪ I got your numbers
I'll hit you in a few ♪

♪ Right, And we'll find
Something to get into ♪

♪ Show me what
You're working with ♪

- ♪ You don't know? ♪
- ♪ Tell me if you hurting it ♪

♪ Yeah, for sho ♪

♪ Tell me who you're
Flirting with ♪

♪ You, baby... ♪

- [siren blaring]
- [Devo] What's up, fellas?

So what are we trying
to accomplish here, huh?

Didn't Ramon warn you all

about mashin'
hangin' around here?

Your whole posse
know what's up, man.

Y'all keep this up,
you're gonna get busted.

If y'all packin' or carrying,
I strongly suggest

y'all step off before
the man gets here.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Oh, you're larger
than life now, huh?

The siren don't mean nothin'
to you, huh?

Move!

If you're lookin' to score,

I strongly suggest you go back
to your side of the hill.

You hear me?

♪ Just for show
I'll use my tongue ring ♪

♪ Shit, it's a first time
For everything ♪

♪ I gave her a hit
To perfect my scheme... ♪

I'm not a doper.
I'm a friend of Sherice's.

More like a neighbor.

You're Devo, right?

Devo Demars?

- Who wants to know?
- I'm Brandon Walsh.

I'm a reporter
for my school newspaper

at West Beverly High.

I live down the block
from Sherice.

I know what went down
last night.

I wanna interview you.

With all due respect,
you don't have a damn idea

about what went down
here last night.

You got that?

They did that to you,
didn't they?

What, this? Oh, nah,

You know, my moms
accidentally rolled over me

with her Rolls Royce.

Seriously, man,

did the Security Patrol
jack you up,

or was it the city cops?

Did you say, "Jack you up?"

You've been reading your
Spike Lee handbook, haven't you?

You think you can drop
the attitude long enough

- to tell me what happened?
- Why should I, man?

- It's an important story.
- What is, man?

You tell me, being in the
wrong place at the wrong time,

or being in the wrong
place at the wrong time

with the wrong color?

Do you think
it would've been any different

for you out there, if I hadn't
chased these guys off, huh?

It's not the same thing.

Yes, it is, man!
Wake up, all right?

They don't roll out welcome mats
for my kind in Beverly Hills,

and you should not feel free

to roam around
these alleyways, either.

Yeah, but that doesn't
make it right, does it?

Of course it doesn't
make it right, man.

It makes it the kinda
world that we live in today.

I came down here,
I heard this guy on the radio,

talking about that
Rodney King incident.

The guy that got
beat up by the LAPD?

Yeah, I know who he is.

Well, the amazing thing
wasn't what happened, blondie.

Because, see, that happens
every day down here.

The amazing thing was
the whole thing got peeped out

by somebody's home video camera.

Excuse me.

♪ She said if it go
Any further, call backup ♪

♪ I act up
And might claw you back up ♪

♪ All this talk about
Love-making... ♪

So what are you saying, Devo?

We should just let
bygones be bygones?

Well, hey, I mean,
it's a kinder gentler nation,

right?

Oh, give me a break, man.
You're so full of it, you stink.

You look me in the eye,

and tell me
this doesn't make you angry.

Look, man, it makes
me angry, all right?

More important, it makes me sad.

You want a story, blondie?

I got a story for you,
all right?

My mother,
who means the world to me,

had to go out and beg for money,
man, in the middle of the night

to pay for a taxi to bring her
into Beverly Hills, man.

[scoffs]

I will never, ever forget
the expression on her face

when she rolled
in that emergency room.

My mom has four boys. Four!

Two of them are in prison,

the other one's on the pipe,
and then there's me, man.

I'm the one
she never had to worry about.

All I do is try to please her,
man, and make her proud.

I try to do what's right.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Brenda] Brandon!

Look, what are you doing here?

Well, after you left,

Robbie just happened
to be walking by, so...

here we are.

Kinda beat, huh?

No. It's kind of nice.

You all right?

- Oh, this?
- Yeah.

Don't even worry about it, baby.

Mama says I'll always
be handsome now.

It's just a minor setback.

We gotta talk, Devo.

I know.

Look, you want a tamale?

- Right.
- Well, you liked 'em before.

Well... I guess this means

you're going through
with your big exposé, huh?

[sirens blaring]

You know, I don't know anymore.

Well, I think
you should put it out there,

and if you do,

there's some pictures
that your trusty

staff photographer's been taking
that you ought to look at.

I'd like that.

You know what I'd like, guys?

You guys have got to try
the Extra-Crispy.

No, Cajun Spicy
is the best, and no calories.

[loud munching]

[laughing]

- What?
- Oh!

- You--
- You're hysterical.

You know what I wanna taste?
Popcorn in yogurt sauce.

- Ugh.
- Oh, yeah.

We be sure to tell Poppa
about that recipe.

I hate to tell you this,
but, um,

he's got that recipe already,
and it'll be out by Christmas.

Are you kidding?

Yeah. Psych!

Do you know how good
your paper looks this week?

Yeah, we know,
but you can, uh, tell us again.

The article is really
great, Brandon.

- Thanks, Bren.
- Hey, wait.

Especially the pictures.

Oh, especially the pictures.

You know, I like
this part right here.

"It's when we stop looking

at the human race
as individuals,

we, as a generation,
are in trouble."

Eloquently put.

- [doorbell chimes]
- Well, I'm glad you like it.

Cindy, I got your note,

and needless to say,
I am very disappointed.

Look, Mrs. Cooper,
I'm really sorry,

but I can't talk right now.

We've got company.

To impulsively just cancel
your contract

with our Security Patrol

because of one questionable
incident...

Look, Mrs. Cooper,

I don't mean to be rude,
but what this family does

and why we do it
is really no concern of yours.

And you know, I met Mr. Kaplan,
and I like his dogs.

Goodbye.

...professional game I went to,
1965 World Series.

Uh, Koufax versus
the Twins, right?

- I'll bet you're a Twins fan.
- [indistinct chatter]

- Sherice, what's up?
- Same old, same old.

- Where are you going?
- Tamale Heaven.

I thought that place
was off-limits.

Uh, not anymore.

Ever since you did
your article on Devo,

my Dad's been
rediscovering his roots.

- Glad to help.
- Thanks.

So, what did you
think of the article?

I think my brother's
an excellent photographer.

- Oh.
- [laughs]

You are brutal.

Drive safely, Brandon.

I thought that was
supposed to be my line.

[camera shutter clicks]