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Good morning, West Beverly.

And good morning, David Silver,
wherever you are.

Oh, and David, if you think
I'm going to cut you any

kind of slack because you think
you've become

some kind
of major recording star,

well, you can forget about it.

And if anyone out there
has seen David,

you can tell him
he's late as usual.

Well, look what
the cat dragged in.

Good morning.

- Nice of you to show up.
- I'm sorry, I was...

Up all night
at the studio again?

Or were you out at some club
partying with the producers?

No, actually I was
studying for a trig midterm.

Oh, and I didn't think
rock stars had to study.

Well, I'm not a
rock star, Donna.

Of course you are, David.

Ladies and gentlemen,
let me take this opportunity

to announce that
our very own David Silver

has just signed
with Icon Records.

- Donna--
- David, please do not be modest.

And if all his songs
are as great as this one,

we know they'll all be hits.

What'd you have to
go and do that for?

'Cause I'm proud of you.

Well, don't you think you spread
the hype on a little too thick?

I mean, they're paying
me absolute minimum

and we're only doing
a couple of demos.

And it all depends on whether
they like what they hear.

David, they're going to like it.

Come on, listen to this.
It's great.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Um, listen,

I've never really been
to a recording studio before.

You think I can come?

I don't know.

Well, I promise
I won't get in the way.

I'll be like
Yoko Ono or something.

Well, that doesn't exactly
fill me with confidence.

Well, I mean, you won't
even know I'm there. Please?

Listen, Donna, if you do come,

you have to do me a
favor and promise me

you'll just blend in
with the work.

Okay, I promise.
I won't say a word.

- Hey, Walsh.
- Yeah?

I hear the NBA's been
treating you pretty good lately.

Yeah, who told you that?

A little birdie.

You know I book
a little action myself.

Mostly for the guys
on the football team,

but if you ever need
a connection,

I'll be happy to help.

Okay.

Later.

Steve, do me a favor.

Don't be giving my name
out to bookies, all right?

It's not exactly
the reputation I want.

It wasn't me.

Then who was it?

Word gets around, Brandon.
You're a major player.

I'm not a major player, okay?
My gambling days are numbered.

The basketball
season's almost over.

Yeah, but then there's baseball
and then field hockey

and that turtle racing
you love so much.

Very funny.

- Are you okay?
- I don't know.

I mean, I think so, sometimes,

and then everything
just brings me down again.

Being here doesn't help.

Well, maybe just for today,

just while we're here,
you can pretend

we're in, like,
Hawaii or something.

I don't think so.

I guess that was a pretty
stupid thing to say.

Sorry.

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How're you doing today?

I'm all right, I guess.

Listen, I was wondering--
I don't know what you guys

are doing tonight,
but I though that

maybe you'd like to come over
to my house for dinner.

My mom's kind of worried
about you.

Unless, of course, you're busy.

No, we're not busy.

Great, then I'll see you
tonight.

Okay.

- Tell your mom thanks.
- Sure.

You don't mind, do you?

No, of course not.

How about this issue,
October 17.

We had
the Bonnie Bernstein piece

on foreign exchange students,

and your article on
high school contributions

to the Somalian relief
fund was excellent.

Two stories you can be sure
every other high school

in the country has done twice.

Then I think we should go
with our first instincts

and focus on the issue
with Brandon's editorial

on the cancelled football game.

Oh, but the rest
of that issue stinks.

Come on, Andrea,
it doesn't stink.

Gil, let's face it.

Almost everything
we've done this year stinks.

You nailed it the day
you walked in here.

The Blazeis okay,
it's passable.

But we have not
published one issue

distinctive enough
to win us any awards.

That may be so, but you're being
much too hypercritical.

Isn't she?

Isn't she always?

You guys, I have reason to be.

Look at this, we received
another entry form

for a high school
journalism award.

This one sends the winning
editors on a trip to D.C.

Really?

Well, don't pack your bags,
Brandon.

It's not like we're going to win
any awards this year.

You know, that's one thing
I really like about you, Andrea.

It's your positive attitude.

Look, I'm just
being realistic, okay?

I mean, Gil and I have spent
the last hour

going over back issues.
There is nothing here.

Andrea, the year's not over yet.

Well, we better hurry up.

We publish three more issues
before the contest deadline,

and I want the Class of '93
to be remembered.

I want to be remembered.

Don't worry, Andrea.

We'll remember you.

I did a little noodling
over the weekend

and I think I have it here.

This is the feel
we need on this song.

Now, I know
it's not what you're used to.

I just want you to listen to it,
just groove on it.

You feel it?

You feel it?

Uh, it's... it's different.

Of course it's different.
It has to be different.

Who wants more of the same?
Now here, listen to this.

Hey, listen.

Oh, is that great?

Is this great or what?

Yeah, I-I guess it is.

What do you think?

Uh, well, don't ask me.

I don't really know
that much about music.

Well, you know what
you like, don't you?

Come on, tell him.

It's fabulous.

David, it's fabulous.

You see?

She knows.

I know, Davey...

It's perfect.

David, why are you
recording this song?

You heard what Serge
said, he likes it.

Yeah, but I thought you
were going to go with hip-hop.

Rap, you know, the hot stuff.

Which is exactly what
I tried telling him,

but he said that this
song is commercial.

Well, I guess
he knows what's best.

Hi, Duke.
How are you doing?

You remember me?

We met last year
at the racetrack.

Oh, yeah, sure.

- How you doing, sweetheart?
- Good.

- Hey, big guy.
- Hey.

Can I get you anything?

Nah, just here
on a little business.

Ah.

- Oh, hey, Duke.
- Hey, busy, kid?

Yeah, sort of.

Me, too. That's why
this'll only take a minute.

Can we step outside?

Sure. Just let me tell
Nat I'm gonna be a minute.

Sure thing, kid.

We had a conversation
a couple of weeks ago.

In case you've forgotten,

maybe I should
refresh your memory.

No, I remember what you said.

Then where's my money?

I said I'd let you slide one
time and one time only.

And I paid you every cent.

That was the last time.

Where's the money
you owe me now?

I'll get it.

I just need a few days, Duke.

I like you.

I do.

But this guy in my car,

that's Tony.

And Tony,
he doesn't like anybody.

So, you know how much
you owe us, right?

Yeah.

It's a lot of money, kid.

You got till Friday.

Well, who wants some seconds?

Without Jim and Brandon here,

there's practically
a whole pie left.

None for me, Mom, I'm stuffed.

Dylan?

Yeah, thanks.

You know, it seems like

the first meal
I've had in a few days.

It's certainly
the first one I've tasted.

You come here as much
as you want.

No matter what.
Remember, this is home.

Thanks, Bren.

Why am I doing this?

I'm supposed to be on a diet.
Would somebody please stop me?

Save me from myself.

Now, what do you need
to diet for, Kelly?

That's what I keep asking her.

Well, we've been eating
so much junk food

the past few weeks,
I must've gained five pounds.

So, do like I do,

eat today, diet tomorrow.

Someday, Dylan, that's
going to catch up with you.

Yeah, but till then,
pass the pie.

Brandon, better get in
here quick,

the pie is going fast.

I didn't think you'd be home
for dinner tonight, honey.

I thought you and Dad
were both working late.

Nah, things were kind of slow

and Nat said he'd close up
by himself.

Oh, well, I'll set you a place.

No, Mom, that's all right.

I'm not really hungry and I've
got a lot of homework to do.

Brandon, just sit down
and eat something.

Mom, listen to what
I'm saying here.

I'm not hungry.

Brandon!

Sorry, I've just
got a lot on my mind.

Apparently.

Brandon, have you
met these people?

Yeah. Hi, guys.

Tough day at the office?

Something like that.

Mrs. Walsh, I hate
to eat and run,

but I told my Mom
I'd be home early tonight.

Thanks, it was great.

I'm glad to see you relaxing
a little bit, Dylan.

I'll get coats.

See you later, man.

See ya.

Dylan, don't take me home yet.
Let's go to your house.

I thought you said you
had to be home early.

That's what I told the Walshe's.

Not tonight, Kel.

You know, you haven't wanted
to be alone with me in days.

What's the matter with you?

How can you ask me that?

You know what's the matter.

Then let me help you.

Don't keep pushing me away.

I haven't been sleeping,
I'm tired.

All right.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Just take me home.

Hi, honey.

Hi, baby. How'd dinner go?

Oh, well, Brenda and Kelly
and Dylan were fine.

It's Brandon, I'm worried about.

What's the matter?

I don't know, he just seems...

distracted.

I'll talk to him.

- Can I come in?
- Sure.

Ooh, what's this?

Jose Canseco rookie card.

Oh! Must be worth
six or seven bucks.

Twenty, if it's mint.

Whew!

You've got some
great cards here.

Yeah, they're okay.

Nothing outstanding.

I'm actually thinking about
getting them appraised.

Maybe selling them.

What's going on, Brandon?

One week you're
buying skis and stereos.

The next week,
you're talking about

selling off your baseball cards.
What's wrong with this picture?

There's nothing going on, Dad.

I told you, I'm not
necessarily selling them.

I'm just looking into it.

Brandon, I know
you've been gambling.

- Dad--
- I was never a guy

who believed in
get-rich-quick schemes.

Probably why I never got rich.

But gambling,
it's just not worth it.

The house always wins.

- I know that.
- Then why do you do it?

Dad, I just bet on
a couple of games.

It's no big deal.

You're not in any trouble?

Of course not.

Look son, if you
have a problem--

Dad, I don't have
a problem, okay?

God, how many times
do I have to repeat myself?

Okay, okay, okay.

Steve, wait!

Wait.

Donna. What are you doing here
so early?

I wanted to talk to you.

Listen, I need a favor.

Anything for you.

- Actually, it's for David.
- Then forget it.

No, listen. I was in the studio
with David last night

and something is
definitely wrong.

Look, I don't want
to hear it, okay?

In case you've forgotten,
I'm no longer his manager.

I'm not interested in being
his armchair quarterback,

and I certainly don't want
to be his shrink, okay?

It's his gig.
And I'm late for detention.

Steve, wait.

This producer Menkon is
ruining everything.

He's not picking David's
best material

and then he's making
it even worse.

Please.
I know how angry you are.

But you're the only one
that can help him.

Well, he should have
thought of that

before he blew me off.

I know.
And David feels terrible.

He didn't want to cut you out.
They made him.

What, they held a gun
to his head?

I don't think so, Donna.
People do what they want to do.

Steve, you're his friend.

Besides, at this point,

he hasn't cut you out
of anything.

Ten percent of nothing
is nothing.

You're there.
You have a mouth. Use it.

Yeah and the only reason
David allowed me to come

is because I promised not
to say anything.

Steve, please, will you just
come and see what's going on?

Put, uh, $15 on UCLA
for me, will ya?

- Oh, big spender, Miller.
- Come on, you're on a roll.

- Might as well make some dough.
- I'm in for $30.

You got it, Stuart.

Any other takers?

Morning, gentlemen.

Hiya, Walsh.
Would you do me a favor?

Tell Miller that he's betting
like an old lady?

Hey, just make sure you pay up
when I win, will ya?

So, how do you keep track
of your bets, Jeff--

- flash paper in your locker?
- Yeah, right.

You been watching too
many old movies, Walsh.

This is the age of electronics.

Everybody's got a code name.

I use the Vegas point spread.

Very professional.
Full-service operation, Walsh.

You bet with me, I pay on time
and I even save you the cost

of a phone call to your bookie.

Well, I might just have
some action for you.

If you think you can cover it.

Course I can.
I can handle anything.

Who do you like?

- The Celtics.
- Ooh.

- A traditionalist.
- Mm-hmm.

No points with that.

Even-steven.

How much?

Either you are very confident,
very rich or very stupid.

We'll find out soon
enough, won't we?

Hi, Kelly.

Sorry you had to leave
so early last night.

I told you my mom
expected me home.

Sorry I mentioned it.

Brenda, why don't you just ask
Dylan to move in with you?

What is that supposed to mean?

It means you like
him coming around

to cry on your shoulder.

Look, Kelly,
what is wrong with you?

Dylan and I have gone
through a lot together,

and I think,
at a time like this,

he needs as many friends
as he can get.

I'm sorry.

I'm just going through
a lot right now.

We all are.

I know, I'm sorry.

Yeah. See ya.

You heard that, didn't you?

This isn't a competition,
you know.

This is Dylan's feelings
you're talking about.

I know.

Ever since the funeral,

it's like I can't even
talk to him.

Nothing I say cheers him up.

Why don't you both back off
a little?

You're right.

Thanks.

Hey, buddy. How you doing?

I can't do it, man.

I mean, I just,
I can't be here, I...

I wake up in the morning
and for the first few seconds,

before I open my eyes,

I think everything's
gonna be the same.

And then it hits me.

That he's gone

and it's never gonna
be the same and...

and coming to school
just seems stupid.

Let's get out of here.
Go shoot some pool, huh?

Nah.

Glad to know your heart's
in the right place, man,

I think I should hang out
by myself for awhile.

See ya.

I've been
wracking my brains

trying to come up with leads,
and then it hit me.

There's a great story,
right there in front of my nose.

There often is.

You just gotta sniff it out.

So what do you got?

Well, we haven't done

this month's senior
profile yet, right?

Right.

I want to interview Dylan McKay.

Interesting.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

What do you mean
it's not a good idea?

I mean, it's definitely
newsworthy

and it could help Dylan.

How?

Because talking helps,
that's how.

Well, you may want to believe
that, Andrea.

I mean, you might even really
believe that, but we all know

what's going on here.
You want a good news story,

and you're willing to use one
of your friends to get it.

Excuse me, Brandon.

It's not like I'm sneaking
around publishing

the unauthorized biography
of Dylan McKay.

Look, I'm just going to ask him.

If he doesn't want to do it,
he can say no.

She's right, Brandon.
She's doing her job.

And in this case,
it means asking the source.

Well, I guess that means

you're a better journalist
than I am, Andrea,

'cause there's no way in a
million years I'd ever do it.

I'm going to go look for Dylan
before third period, okay?

- Don't bother. He went home.
- Why?

Because he can't deal
with any of this, Andrea.

And the last thing he's gonna
want to deal with

is a nosy reporter.

It's Dylan.

You know what to do.

Hi, Dylan, it's Andrea.

Are you there?

Well, I just wondered
if you felt up to some company.

But I guess you're not there.
So I'll just call you later.

Andrea, wait, uh, I'm here.

Hi, Dylan.

Uh, Brandon told me
that you, uh, went home.

Yeah, I just had a little
trouble putting one foot

- in front of the other today.
- Well, I, um...

Look, I just wanted to say

if there's anything I can do
for you...

You know, like,

like if you want to talk
or something,

I'm, I'm a great listener.

Thanks. I, uh...

appreciate that.

Uh, maybe I could come over
or something.

Yeah, uh... if you want to.

Great. I'll, uh,
I'll come over after school.

- Okay.
- Okay, bye.

Bye.

♪ You're so precious to me ♪

♪ I would give
The world to you ♪

♪ You're so precious to me ♪

Hold it. Hold it.

David, you're hitting
the consonants too hard.

You've got to soften them up.

All right. Let's do it again.

From the top.

♪ You're so precious to me ♪

Hi, Donna.

- Steve.
- How's it going?

Well, David's been working
on this vocal

for the past couple of days.

Cut.

Cut.

David, let's take it again
from the top, okay?

Okay.

This isn't exactly dance music.

What happened to hip-hop?

What is this, a party
or a recording session?

We're guests of the artist.

So keep it down, okay?

♪ I will die for you ♪

"Precious?"

♪ I keep telling you, baby ♪

He put this song in his trunk
two months ago.

I know.

Cut, cut. The levels are wrong.

Hold on, we'll go again
from the top.

Maybe we should try
a different mike.

So...

Davey has a lot of friends, huh?

Excuse me, I was just wondering
why you picked this song.

I mean, it's good,

but it's certainly
not one of his best.

Really?
And what makes you the expert?

I'm Steven Sanders.
I used to be David's manager.

"Used to be" is the
key phrase there.

I'm his producer.

And I think I've been
around this block

a few more times than you have.

Yeah, maybe.

But what was your last hit?
"Disco Duck"?

- Steve--
- Look,

I don't know who the hell
you think you are,

but the last thing I need
in here is negativity.

So, why don't you take your
attitude out of here

before you get the
talent nervous.

Fine.

Uh, where's Steve going?

He had to leave.

Said to tell you he loved it.

Remember, no negativity
or you're out the door, too.

So Davey,
everything sounds great.

Let's take it again
from the top, okay?

The Celtics down by 18.

Parrish has fouled out
of the game

at the end of the third
quarter.

Oh, that's it, the fix is in.

How much you got
on the line, pal?

Enough.

This is why I didn't want
to give you Duke's number

in the first place.

You're out of control.

I know Nat, I know.

But this is it.

I win this bet,
I'm through; no more.

And what if you don't
win this bet?

Don't even think about it.

You should.

Hey, would you like some tea?

Sure.

Well, they say
it calms the nerves.

Oh, is that what they say?

Mm-hmm.

Well...

...they say the same
thing about Scotch,

but with tea,
there's no hangover.

Could not be in school today.

Well, if anybody deserves
to feel like that, it's you.

Hmm.

But, you know, this is nice.

I mean, being here with a girl
who's not really my girlfriend.

That's because you don't have
to worry about impressing me.

Yeah, or hurting
your feelings or...

Well, I can just be myself,
and there's no strings attached.

You don't want anything from me.

Everybody else does.

Brenda, Kel,

especially my dad.

Why? What did he want?

He wanted me to be
the man he never was.

What's wrong with that?

It just seems a
little hypocritical.

I hate a hypocrite.

Do you think your dad
was a hypocrite?

I used to; I did.

I mean, but then
there toward the end,

I realized that that's
just the only way

he knew how to live life.

So I accepted it on his terms.
Then he died.

Then why don't you continue
to accept him?

I mean, why go change
the terms now?

You're pretty smart.

Oh.

Yeah, that's what
I've been told.

No, I mean,
you're smart about people.

Like I said,

I'm a good listener.

Dylan, um, I was thinking
on my way here

and I don't want you to take
this the wrong way, but, uh,

I was wondering

if you'd be interested
in being the subject of, um,

this month's senior profile.

Ah, strings.

I should have known better.

No strings.
I mean, you can say "No".

I said "No".

To the Times, Daily News,
Peoplemagazine.

Why should I talk to you?

Because I'm your friend.

Why don't we keep it that way?

Where else but at the Garden

could the Celtics make
a comeback like this?

It's one of those games

where it doesn't matter
who wins or loses.

Oh, yes, it does, buddy.

McHale has the ball
at the foul line.

He's already missed
the first of two.

But the Celts only need one
to take the game here tonight.

- McHale sets, and it's good!
- Yes, yes!

And so,
the Celtics have done it.

- They've beaten the Lakers--
- Cha-ching!

- Nat, I did it! I did it!
- What?

- I won!
- Oh, that's great.

Steve, Steve, sit down.
Anything you want, it's on me.

Wait a second.
What's going on here?

The Celts won, and I'm back
in the land of living, my man.

Oh, yeah?

If I ever want
to make another bet,

slap me upside the head,
would you?

Okay, I will.

I cannot wait
to see Jeff Stellar.

- He's gonna freak.
- How much did you bet?

- Fifteen.
- You're jumping up

- and down over $15?
- Hundred, Steve.

$1,500.

Yeah. You're kidding.

You got to be out of your mind.

Not anymore.

Brandon, I hate
to burst your bubble,

but what makes you think

Stellar can come up
with that kind of dough?

Come on, Steve.

No bookie would ever take a bet
he couldn't cover.

Guys get seriously ill
from doing stuff like that.

Brandon, he takes penny and
he bets from school boys.

$10, $20, maybe $30.

You're talking about
some real money here.

Stellar hasn't got it.

Well, he better have it.

Yeah, well, he might not.

Well, there he is.

Yeah, at least
he showed up at school.

That's a good sign, isn't it?

Good luck.

Morning, Jeff.

Looks like I wasn't
overconfident at all, was I?

Nope. You weren't
too stupid, either.

I'll find that out
when you pay me.

Don't worry, Brandon.
I got you covered.

Good. I didn't want to have
to break your kneecaps.

So, you working this afternoon?

- Yeah.
- Good.

I don't like to carry
cash around school,

so, I'll see you
at the Pit later.

- That okay?
- Yeah, make it before 6:00.

No problem.

So?

So it looks like he's got it,

or he's going to
have it by tonight.

You lead a charmed
life, Brandon.

Yeah.

Andrea.

Hi.

Uh, Dylan, look, I'm sorry
about yesterday.

No. That's, uh...
that's why I'm here, actually.

I thought about what you said,
and, um,

I don't know,
maybe you're right.

Maybe... Maybe telling my story
will help somehow.

- You mean that?
- Yeah.

I just... I don't want you
to write it.

Oh, uh, what,
you want Brandon to write it?

No. I, uh...

I want to write it.

- You do?
- Yeah.

I can put two sentences
together, you know.

I know.
I... I didn't mean it like that.

The thing is, I don't know,

I don't know
if I want it published.

I just want
to write it first, and...

I'd like you to help me.

Sure.

I'd love to.

Thanks.

Are you ready for this?

I gained two pounds yesterday,
and I didn't eat anything.

Something is definitely
wrong with me.

Nothing is wrong with you.
It's probably just water.

- What time of the month is it?
- No, it's not that.

I'm just on my way
to being a bona fide porker.

- Kelly!
- What? I'm serious.

When I was little,
I was a major butterball,

and no matter what anybody said,
it was definitely not cute.

I'm never going to let myself
get that way again.

I'm prepared this time.

What is that?

Don't worry, I bought
'em at the drugstore.

They're harmless.

It's just one of those
over-the-counter diet pills.

- Do they work?
- I don't know,

but if it does what the ad says,
it'll cut my appetite

and help me to lose those
stubborn five pounds.

Well, I don't see five pounds.
I think you look great.

That's camouflage.

I'm just glad
it's not bikini season.

The best advice
anybody ever gave me

about writing was,
"Don't talk about it, do it."

Ah, yes, the Nike approach.

All I can say is, if I had
a house like this to myself,

I could write
and write and write.

You sound like Virginia Woolf.

- You read A Room of One's Own?
- Oh, yeah.

We just read that
in AP English class.

Oh, you guys read some
great stuff in that class.

Brandon showed me
your reading list.

You should have
taken that class.

You've done most of the work.

Eh, like I should have done
a lot of things, but I didn't.

And why didn't you?

I mean, I spent my whole life
fighting my father,

and now that he's not here
to fight anymore, I kind of...

I realize
he was right all along.

I was just too stubborn
to admit it.

It's not too late to change.

That's what he said.

Well, then do it.

I mean, it's three months
until graduation.

Yeah, but will three months
of hard work make up

for three years of goofing off?

Well, I know, uh,
one class you can start with.

AP English?

Look, you've done most
of the work.

You think Meyers
would go for it?

He might. If we talk to him.

Hey, someone's looking for you.

Oh, great.
Uh, listen, do me a favor.

- Give me a minute, would you?
- Yeah, I know, but make it fast.

- It's starting to fill up.
- Yeah, yeah, okay.

You want to step into my office?

Lead the way.

Brandon, uh...

I don't know how to tell you
this exactly, but, um,

I mean, it's unusual
for me, but...

I'm going to need
a little more time.

- What?
- I'm good for it, really I am.

- This weekend stacked up...
- What was that crap you told me?

I can cover your action...
No problem.

I thought I could,
but it's either you,

or the whole football team,

and you are a lot smaller.

This isn't a joke, man.

Brandon,
it's no big deal really.

I'll pay off.

I've been in business
a long time.

I don't welch.

How could you take a bet
you couldn't cover, huh?

You know what I could do to you?

Do you? Do you?

Brandon, calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

Don't you say anything to me.

You just listen to me
for a minute, all right?

You're going to
get me that money,

and you're going to get it
in 24 hours.

Brandon, what are you doing?

I don't care how you get it,
who you have to beg.

I don't care if you
have to steal it.

I want the money.

Or I'm gonna break
every bone in your body.

Steve, man, get this guy
off me! He's crazy!

Brandon, go inside. Watch it.

♪ Am I precious to you? ♪

♪ You're so precious to me ♪

♪ Am I precious to you? ♪

♪ You're so precious to me ♪

♪ Am I precious to you? ♪

♪ You're so precious to me ♪

♪ Am I precious to you? ♪

Well, that's the final mix.

Huh, what do you think?

Is this terrific or what?

Yeah, yeah, I guess so.

You guess so?

This has platinum
written all over it.

I guess it's just,
uh, still kind of hard

hearing my own stuff,
that's all.

Artists, you're all so insecure.
Believe me, this stuff is great.

Yeah, we've got a meeting
with Curtis Bray tomorrow.

When he hears this,
he's going to flip out.

Well, what if he doesn't?

David...

Mellow. Hmm? Hmm?

He's going to love it.

Brandon, why didn't you tell me
a little bit about this sooner?

- Maybe I could have helped.
- I didn't want anyone to know.

- You could go to your dad.
- No, no, I can't tell my dad.

I've been lying to him
for too long,

telling him I'm just
betting chump change.

It's not his problem.
I can't drag him into it.

Yeah, well, which is worse,
telling your dad or Duke?

I don't know.

I'm out of control, man.
I don't know what

I would have done to that kid
if you wouldn't have shown up.

How could you even expect
Jeff to come up with that

- kind of money?
- I don't know.

Maybe you could go to your mom.

Tell her some kind of sob story.

No, I don't think so.

She put the brakes on that kind
of thing a long time ago.

She gives me a check at the
beginning of the month

and I've got to make it last.

And it's all gone right
now, except $300.

I'll take it.

- Yeah, but then what?
- Then I'll pray.

What do you think
they're gonna do to me,

break my nose,
maybe break my thumbs?

No. Not for $1,500.

Steve, he's got this big goon
that drives him around.

They're just trying
to scare you, you'll see.

I don't think so.

- Hey, Brandon.
- Hi.

- I got some money for you.
- How much?

- 200 bucks, that's it?
- Don't sweat it, Brandon.

There'll be more
in a couple of days.

But you better keep
your hands off me

or you can forget
about seeing a penny.

Look, Jeff, don't
worry about it.

You're not the one who's gonna
take the heat around here, I am.

I know it's almost
the end of the year,

but he's read most of the books.

He's smarter than
half the class.

Why this sudden
interest in literature?

'Cause he wants
to turn his life around.

This is the first step.

Where is he?

Outside.

I hear you want
to be in my class.

If you'll have me.

I'll talk to Mrs. Teasley
about it.

But first, there are
a few conditions.

Like?

You can't cut.

- Okay.
- And you'll do the work.

I can do that.

And you'll think.

That might be a tough one.

Somehow I doubt that.

Brandon,
Nat's on the phone for you.

Did you tell him I was here?

Well, of course I did.

Thanks.

Hey, Nat.

Brando, you better get in here.

Duke's waiting for you.

And he's not happy.

God, Nat, do me a favor.

Don't tell him where
I live, okay?

Believe me, pal,
he already knows.

Thanks.

So David,
what do you think, hmm?

I have to say, it's the best
work I've ever done.

- Really?
- Oh, absolutely.

I love the way
the song turned out.

You know, in my career,

I've always prided myself on
being able to spot talent.

It's a gift I have.

Absolutely. A gift.

But every now and then,
my vision clouds.

Who knows why?

I mean, you can't
explain these things.

The sound isn't what
I was hoping for.

Yeah, I think I know
what you mean.

In fact, I didn't want
to bring this up,

but when you asked me
to produce this album,

this wasn't at all
what I thought

I'd have to work with.

Wait a second,
I don't understand.

You said that
that was my best material.

The most commercial song I had.

I keep trying to tell the kid

it all comes down
to the material.

If it isn't there, no matter
how much production

you throw at it, it won't work.

So true, Serge, so true.

The producer serves
the material,

the artist guides the product.

That's what I was
trying to explain.

But you chose the song.
I didn't want to use it.

I wanted to go with
the hip-hop stuff.

You didn't say anything.

Serge is a producer,
not a mind reader, David.

Well, I can do other material.

Sorry, kid, it's just not
going to work out.

So that's it?

I don't even get another chance?

You're young, kid.

There'll be plenty
more chances for you.

But it wasn't my fault.

You heard my songs.

David, I heard a demo.

A teenager fooling around
in his garage.

Do you know how many more
teenagers there are out there?

Hmm?

Good luck.

David.

Well, kid, we tried.
It's showbiz.

No, it isn't. This has nothing
to do with show business.

You're just an
over-the-hill hack

with no taste trying to hold on
to a lousy job,

and you know what?

I don't need you
or Icon Records.

Dylan, how long are you
going to do be doing that?

Kel, I told you, I'm writing,

and it's not something
I know when I'm going to finish.

Can't you do homework
or something?

I guess.

But I can think of something
I'd rather be doing.

Can you?

Not now Kel, come on.

Well, at least I can read
what you've written.

No, not until it's finished.

Great.

Hey, it's not personal, okay?

It's just, I'm writing
about my dad

and feelings and stuff and...

I just don't want to share it
until it's done.

I understand.

You sure?

Yeah.

I told Donna and David
that I'd meet them

- at the Peach Pit anyway.
- All right. I'll call you later.

You don't have to.

I want to.

Don't be mad.

I'll be fine.

Just go on back
to your writing, okay?

Hi, Duke.

Brandon. And how are you today?

Ah, okay.

One, two, three, four, five.

Five?

What, are you
kidding me or what?

Huh? You owe me three times
this much.

I know.

The rest is coming.
I just need a little more time.

You never learn, do you kid?

It's a good thing you got
such good friends.

And you owe your
good friend Nathaniel here

a thousand bucks, huh.

Nice to see you, Nat.

Lay low for awhile, kid.

You paid off Duke for me?

Yeah.

And you're gonna work
off every cent.

I will, Nat, I promise.
Every last cent.

How many times did I ask you,
"Is everything all right?

- Could you handle this?"
- You were right.

I got out of control.

Nah, it's more than that.

You know how many gamblers think
they can get out of the hole

by betting again
and again and again?

- I know.
- Do you?

I ever catch you gambling again,

the first call I make
is to your father.

Thanks, Nat.

I won't forget this.

Neither will I.

So, how'd it go?

Down the tubes.

What?

They dumped me.

Why?

'Cause Bray hated the song.

We all hated the song.

At least he showed he had taste.

So that's it,
the whole thing's over?

Well, it's better to be dumped

than have your name
on something that you hate.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hmm, now that's a song.

Maybe next time,
you'll listen to me.

Does that mean there
might be a next time?

There might be.
If you listen to me.

So, who wants what?

I think,
we'll all have hamburgers

and french fries, on me.

Ah! What's the occasion?

Silver and I are
back in business.

You know, I'm not very hungry.
I'll just have coffee.

Okay, doll.

Look, don't you think

you're overdoing this diet
thing a little bit?

Donna, I've already lost
a pound and a half.

Only have a few more to go.

Stop worrying about me.

I'll be right back, okay?

So, what do you think?
This is a good song.