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Hey, Señor McKay.
Qué pasa, bud?

Hey, brother, what's up?

I just got done
stuffing my face.

Cool, I just got done
taking my last final.

I'm a free man till
next semester starts.

Yeah, what are you going
to do with all that freedom?

- Probably nothing.
- That's a novel concept.

Well, I had two trips planned,

but then with the Peach Pit
After Dark opening this week,

Donna canceled our annual
ski trip to Arrowhead,

and then Kelly and I were going

to Palm Springs,
but with the burn,

she doesn't want to be laying
by the pool, getting a tan.

Yeah, yeah,
so what do you think,

you want to take
a little road trip with me?

What'd you have in mind?

I was thinking
maybe Lake Whitney,

- couple of days, camping out.
- Cool. When do we leave?

- In about an hour.
- Seriously, when do we leave?

In about an hour.

I only got three days
and my probation kicks in,

- I lose my driver's license.
- So that's cool. I'll drive.

No, when I said road trip,
I was thinking of a...

road trip.

You want to go to Lake Whitney
on motorcycles?!

The thought had crossed my mind.

Well, from what I hear,
The Peach Pit After Dark

is basically a disaster
waiting to happen.

And that they think they're
actually going to open

for business in two days
is a total joke.

Just thinking about it
pisses me off.

Not that I care anymore,
you understand.

I just feel badly for Nat.

He's the one whose reputation
is on the line here.

I mean, David and Clare,
they're my friends,

but they are completely
ill-equipped

to run a night club and deal

with a venal egomaniac

like my father.

The truth is, if Rush wasn't

such a miserable human being

I'd probably be feeling sorry
for him

right about now.
I mean, he must've sunk

at least two bills
into this place so far,

but that's his problem,
not mine.

I mean, that's what he gets

for cutting me out of the deal,
right?

Well, you're much
better off not being involved.

I'm telling you, the day
the judge prohibited me

from participating
in any parties

was the first day
of the rest of my life.

- Nat.
- Yeah?

How's everything going
in the war room?

Fantastic. It's really
coming together.

Poor guy.

Oh, your father is such a hoot.

Yeah, a royal pain in the hoot.

No, I'm serious.

Look, I know you guys have

a weird relationship,

but he's fun,

and he's so professional, too.

Hey, maybe everything's going

to work out after all.

Shut up, Muntz.

I'm telling you,
it's true,

it's me and Shecky Greene
and 50 girls

from the Follies Bergère
running around

with their bazoomies
hanging out,

and I look over in the corner

and standing in the wings

is Mother Teresa

and Dwight D. Eisenhower.

- Yeah, right.
- I swear to God.

- You don't believe me.
- No, I don't believe...

You remember when I wanted to
lay out traps for the field mice

and you wouldn't let me and you
said what harm do they do?

Luckily Brenda's sleeping bag
was spared.

You don't think
she'll mind, do you?

Well, I don't imagine so.

I don't think she'll be using it
this weekend.

But honey, I thought you were
going to stay in motels.

That's only tonight.

After that it's man
against nature.

Well, suppose it rains?

Honey, I really
think that taking

the station wagon
is a much better idea.

Mom, I know I haven't ridden
a bike in a while,

but we're gonna be fine.

Dylan doesn't exactly have

a great driving record.

Dad, he's past his toxic stage.

I hope so.

I guess you can use
this as a chance

to rekindle your friendship.

That's the whole point.
It's an American tradition.

Two old buds hitting the road.

It's Easy Rider.

Brandon, that film ended

with both riders
being blown to bits.

Guess that means it didn't
have a happy ending, huh?

Hey, babe, you're just in time
to convince my parents

the only bad thing that's
gonna happen on this trip

is that you're going
to miss me while I'm gone.

Oh, don't count on it.

Look what I got invited to.

200 bucks
for a one-day workshop?

No, no, they gave it
to me for free

for getting an "A"
in Abnormal Psych.

- Well, congratulations.
- Thank you.

Well, obviously Patrick Finley
doesn't work cheap.

Who's Patrick Finley?

He's one of the most popular
professors on campus.

He's practically reinventing
the field of modern psychology.

He has this very
unorthodox theory.

It's called the "New Evolution".

I thought they were arguing
about the old evolution.

Some people are,
but some of us have to pack.

Want some help?

- I'd love some.
- Cool.

Come over here.

You and Dylan better not
compare notes about me.

- No.
- 'Cause if you do,

Kelly and I are gonna have
to spend the weekend

gossiping about you and Dylan.

You'll have
to gossip without me,

because I've been invited
to Professor Finley's workshop.

- Really? So was I.
- You were?

You got an "A"
in Abnormal Psych?

Well, with the family
that I have,

I should have gotten an A-plus.

That's Dylan.

Listen, I'll get it.

You guys finish packing.

You know, I wasn't going
to go to the workshop,

but now that you are,
it might be kind of fun.

It was going to be.

Kelly, you said

you'd start being nicer to her.

I know,
but a whole day of Valerie?

I'll try.

Okay.

But isn't it kind of cold

up in the mountains
this time of year?

Yeah, it'll be a little brisk.

Brandon will build one
of his award-winning campfires.

Well, lucky for you,
Brandon was a Boy Scout.

Once a Webelo, always a Webelo.

Saddle up, man.
Let's get out of here.

All right. Hey, George
picked out a 916 for you.

Arguably, the best
motorcycle in the world.

- Cool.
- Why am I so nervous?

Because you're a mom.

Listen, Cindy,
don't worry about it.

I'll take care
of your boy, right?

- Let's hit it.
- Bye, guys.

Bye, hon.

Let's go.

You know, a week ago,
I would have said

there was no possible way
we would've been ready

- to open by tomorrow night.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, if we've proven anything,

it's that most problems

can be solved with a...

a little teamwork

and a lot of cash.

I have two burgers left.
Who's missing?

Oh. Ray and Donna said they'll
be back in a couple minutes.

Oh, cool.

Oh, tell me about this kid Ray.

Where did he play before?

Ray, what is the worst thing
that can happen to you?

The worst thing that can happen?

I get up onstage to sing,

I open my mouth,
and nothing comes out.

- Then I puke, then I die.
- Ray!

Look, I know you
went out on a limb

to get me this gig,

but I'm telling you,
it's just too soon.

You're always going
to feel that way

until you make
some sort of effort

to deal with your stage fright.

Now, just stand up there onstage

and, and try to find
something to focus on.

Right, like looking at a light

is going to make me feel
better about tomorrow.

Okay, then you tell me.
What would make you feel better?

How about getting Stow
to play on the beat?

Or how about a new bridge
for "I Know the Game?"

'Cause the way the song goes
now, it just doesn't work.

Your songs are fine.

Your bass player is fine.

Yeah, everything's fine.

What's up, Easy Rider?
Was I going too fast for you?

What would give you that idea?

I don't know, the fact
I haven't seen you

- in about 20 minutes.
- Uh-huh.

The place we're staying
is right up the road.

So, what are you
going to have, bro?

You know, I think
Kerouac said it best.

Going on the road's all
about finding good pie.

I don't think Kerouac was eating

from the four basic food groups.

Okay, darlings,
what can I get you?

Uh... uh, could I have the,
uh, mushroom barley soup

and the garlic bread, please?

How's the apple pie?

Is it homemade?

I baked it myself

in my own little oven.

I'd like to see that oven.

You and me both.

Could we see your oven?

Take a number.

Okay.

I'll have the pie
and a cup of coffee.

- Mercy.
- You're having pie for dinner?

Dude, I'm having whatever
she's bringing me, okay?

Health is overrated.

On this trip,
I'm feeding my soul.

Man, the last time I heard
somebody talk about

"feeding their soul",
I was in Washington

on task force business.

Oh, please.

No, this is good.

I walk into this reception,

there's Lucinda
Nicholson, right?

The last person I want to hear
about is Lucinda Nicholson.

No, this is a funny story,
I'm telling you.

It's not a funny story.

Every time I hear her name,
I get reminded how she tried

to hustle me into financing
that stupid documentary

while you were off
for the weekend hustling Kelly.

My father told me
we'd be fighting

before we got to the campground.

Well, I just didn't want us

to not have anything
to talk about, you know.

What would you like
to talk about, Jack Kerouac?

Hey, yeah, let's talk
about Jack Kerouac.

Okay, let's talk
about Jack Kerouac.

I read On the Road, I hated it.

What do you mean?

I hated it. I read The Dharma
Bums, I hated that, too.

How're my boys doing?

Yeah, Mom,
I can appreciate that,

but I'm gonna go to bed now.

I love you, too. Good-bye.

What?!

Hi, Brandon.
I was hoping you'd call.

- How are you doing?
- Worn out.

I made the mistake
of telling my mom

I'm going to that Finley
workshop tomorrow,

and she went on and on about
how when she was pregnant,

she went to her first
consciousness-raising seminar.

I'm sorry I missed that.

Did you take notes?

Fortunately, no.

- Where are you?
- A little town called Lone Pine.

Are you sure
you two aren't shacking up

- with some biker babes?
- Nope. It's just me,

- Dylan and the open wound.
- Open road, honey.

Open wound feels more like it.

So, you're not having fun?

Not yet.

Listen, I'll call
you back tomorrow.

Yeah, I love you, too.
Good night.

You didn't have to wait
till I got in the shower

to call her, you know?

Thanks for telling me that.

I could call her back

if you want to say good night.

- You got a problem?
- No,

but any question I had

about our friendship
was answered

by the way you looked
after seeing Kelly at my house.

Look, don't talk to me
about Kelly, all right?

I don't want to hear
about Kelly anymore.

Why don't we just get
all this stuff together

and get back on the road
tomorrow?

Sure, we'll get back
on the road,

and I'll be watching
your license plate all day.

Is it my fault you can't keep up
with me? I don't think so.

Okay, I'll make it a no-brainer.

I'll just go back to L.A.
tomorrow morning.

Why don't you just
go back tonight?

'Cause I already paid
for the room.

Good night.

Are we nuts to take a class
on semester break?

If we are,
we're not the only nuts.

Great.

We've become one
with the pod people.

Wouldn't you rather be shopping?

Ask me in a couple of hours.

Kelly! I'm glad you made it.

Oh, hi, Sara.

You, uh, know Valerie Malone

from Abnormal Psych, right?

I graded your exam.

I'm surprised
we haven't met before.

Well, I've missed
a lot of classes.

Mostly due to illness.

Sorry. Are you feeling better?

Uh, still a little weak,
so I might have to leave early.

I think they're about to start.

Hello, everyone.
I'm Dan McGrath,

and I am one
of six grad students,

uh, with swanky name tags

who will be assisting
Patrick Finley

over what should be
a very illuminating session.

Feel safe, people.

There are no externs here.

- They're distractions.
- What is an "extern"?

An outsider critical

of someone else's
search for meaning.

Oh, right, of course.

...begin to convey
the importance of this man

in each of our lives.

Please welcome Patrick Finley.

I have three words for you:

We... have... evolved.

Yes!

What do you think, you want
to get a little breakfast

before we head back?

What do you mean "we"?

I've seen you drive
that thing, Junior.

I'm not gonna let you
head back by yourself.

Ah, you're worried about me?

That's very sweet.

Not really. I just
promised George

I'd get his bike
back in one piece.

Sounds a little more like it.

Okay, if you do die,
I don't want to be the one

to have to tell your family.

I don't want to ruin
your little road trip, man.

So don't. Let's keep going.

You sure? You really
want to keep going?

Yeah, I'm sure. Why not?

I'm stuck with you
for the rest of the day,

and you're stuck with me, so...

- All right.
- Yeah.

No more usage of the "K" word.

You got it, Jack.

And so, about 40,000 years ago,

some Neanderthals decided
to go hunting in a group,

and voilà, modern man was born.

Now, I don't know about you,

but I have trouble saying
"modern"

and "40,000 years ago"
in the same breath.

Let's face it, a lot can happen
in 2,000 generations.

Shopping's looking
better and better.

Shh! I want to hear this.

What we are
is something else entirely.

We feel it every day
of our lives:

the possibility
of something greater.

We are, each of us...

homo lucens--

shining man.

- Oh, brother.
- But we're in limbo, aren't we?

Valerie.

Cut off from our past,

unable to reach our destiny,

incapable of changing
even our own lives.

And by the way,
I wouldn't make it sound so dire

if there wasn't something
we can do about it.

Sara, Dan, let's get
some groups going here.

Do things a little different.

I want each of us to go home
tonight transformed.

That is definitely my cue
to hasta la vista.

- You're leaving?
- "Shining man"?

Who's he kidding?

Kelly, can you give me
a hand here?

Yeah.

To each his own.

Kel, don't let her
influence you.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

If you're trying
to change your life,

the last thing you need
is some negator

holding you back.

You're right.

- Is it running all right?
- It's running great.

I, on the other hand, am dying.

Yeah.

Look at that.
200 miles from nowhere,

still "No Trespassing."

Hey, everything from
the mountains to the beach

is just real estate, man.

Somebody owns
every square inch of it.

Yeah, well, right now,

this square yard belongs

to me, my brother.

Guess again.

This is the Ingesaw reservation.

That's scared burial ground
you're flooding.

Oh, man.

You mean this is some
kind of cemetery?

Shouldn't you guys, like,
mark it or something?

What do you think that is?

Listen, we're really sorry.

Let me see your licenses.

What? You're gonna
give me a ticket?

Shh! Here you go, Officer,
no problem.

One down, one to go.

Stay here.

That's great, man,
he's got our licenses.

You didn't even think to ask
to see a badge or anything?

I forgot you were the expert
in law enforcement.

You decided to pull in and take
a leak on a sacred tree.

If it was up to me,
we'd be home by now.

Listen to you!
You make a mistake,

- you can't even admit it?!
- The only mistake I made

was coming on this trip
with you.

Oh, you know, you
are such a baby!

Here comes the chief.

I could arrest you for illegal
trespass on a reservation

and desecrating
a religious shrine,

but maybe there's a better way.

Like, uh, we, uh, you know,

pay a fine, make a donation?

No. Work detail.

Chain gang? Dude...

We'll take it.

Follow me.

I guess I'm beginning
to wonder what I'm doing here.

I mean not here,
on the planet, just here.

Then let's get back to the fire.

You said you thought your life
would be different afterwards.

How?

My mother was a model,
so growing up,

I was always really worried
about how I looked.

And part of me still thinks
that that's important.

But compared to almost dying
in a fire,

it seems pretty meaningless.

Well, not meaningless.

It's a big part
of everyone's life, but...

Listen up!

We are trying to create a moment
of clarity

by sharing one truth
about our own lives.

It's that simple.

Don't analyze.

Oh, is that what I was doing?

Please.

Look,

are you happy with your life?

Just give me a simple answer
to my simple question.

It's not a simple question.

Believe me, it is.

But everyone's life is...

Forget about everyone.

You don't know about everyone.

Tell me about you.

It will never be easier
than right this second.

Set aside your fears,
Kelly; tell the truth.

In the fire...

when the flames came
through the door,

everything stopped for me.

I could hear my own thoughts.

And I was thinking,

"Please, God,
don't burn my face.

Burn the other girl if you
have to, but don't take me."

This other girl, Alison,

had saved my life,

and that's what I was thinking.

And she nearly died.

I want to change my life...

but I don't know how.

Okay, boys,

what we need to have
is a hole this size

in the shape of a circle,

exactly one foot deep.

It's gonna take all day.

Make that two feet deep.

Pile the dirt up over here.

The sides have
to be perfectly...

The bottom has to be
perfectly...

Here's the tape.

- Got some shovels?
- Over here.

Here, Dylan.

Thanks a lot.

- Don't you have one for me?
- You supervise.

Make sure that the sides
are perfectly...

That the bottom is perfectly...

I'll be back to check on you.

Wait,

I have to do all the digging?

Ask your supervisor.

What's that supposed to mean?

Come on. You're a bright boy.
Figure it out.

Dylan, the guy has
our driver's licenses.

We said we'd do work detail.

Oh, no, Brandon.

You said we'd do work detail.

All right,
when the guy comes back,

we'll tell him
we'd rather be arrested

on a reservation where,
for all I know,

the United States Constitution
doesn't even apply.

Okay. I'll dig the hole.

I will dig the hole,

but there is no way
you are supervising me.

You got it?

The ground's hard as a rock!

- Dylan...
- Shut up. I mean it.

Don't even talk to me
right now, Brandon.

- Hey, Steve.
- Donna?

Is our telethon committee
meeting now?

Uh, no, not till next week.

Actually, I just, I, I came
to pick your brain.

Well, it's better than
picking my nose, isn't it?

Um, remember when we
were in high school,

at the Pigskin Prom,
when you were David's manager,

and right before he went on,
he was really nervous?

What, what'd you say to him?

I told him, "Get out there,
or I'll break your fingers."

It seemed to do the trick.

Do you think
you could say that to Ray?

He's supposed to go
on tomorrow night,

but he's paralyzed
with stage fright,

and I don't know what to do.

Why don't you
just sleep with him?

- Funny.
- No, it's not funny.

Frankly, it's quite
insensitive of you

to come here and ask me advice

on anything even
remotely connected

with the Peach Pit After Dark!

I'm sorry. I just assumed...

Well, don't assume!
Don't assume anything

other than it's very painful
for me to watch you,

David and Clare...

This was my idea!

And now it's Rush's idea?

Don't assume anything, okay?

Okay.

Donna...

if you really want
to motivate him,

why don't you just shave
your head like Susan Powter?

- Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
- No, seriously,

if you really want
to get through to him,

really make an impact,
inspire him,

go to the source, the master!

The who?

Vince Lombardi.

Vince Lombardi?

Vince Lombardi.

How's he doing?

Great. Fantastic.

Do you really think
he's doing a good job?

Yeah, absolutely.

Are the sides...

And the bottom's...

Are they really?

No. No, no, not really.

Oh, you lunatics!

The two of you can do whatever

you want to do with this hole.

I'm not digging anymore.

- Bro...
- Don't "bro" me.

We're not talking, remember?
And you, what is this?

All of a sudden I give up
all my rights?

There's no such thing
as forced labor,

and if there was, I ain't it.

That's one pissed-off kid.

Yep.

Well, you'd better
get a move on.

At this rate, you're gonna
be here all night.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, sir.

This doesn't seem
to be working very well.

Isn't there some other way
we can make amends?

Not really.
Not for what you've done.

It's your responsibility,
Brandon.

Look, bro,
I agree this is totally unfair,

but what am I supposed to do?

Oh, no, just do
what you've been doing.

Sit there fat and lazy
while I'm sweating my ass off.

Fine, let me dig.

Uh-uh. No way.

Why, so I can hear you
for the rest of my life

telling everybody
how you bailed me out?

I don't think so.

It's my fault we're
in this situation, okay?

So, let me dig for a while.

When he comes back,
we'll switch places.

Okay, for a while.

Thanks.

So what's the deal with Donna?

The good news is,
she's not going nuts.

At least not in the way
we thought.

So, then what was
all the yelling about?

I'm getting this sinking feeling

our opening act
may have a slight problem

performing in front of a crowd.

Are you telling me,
Ray has stage fright?

You said it, I didn't.

So, how worried about this
should we be?

Well, right now,
she's in my room

watching a videotape
of some old football coach

giving his players a pep talk
before the big game, so...

Let's have a little chat
with Donna.

Yeah.

- Hey, guys.
- Hi, Kel.

The most amazing thing
happened to me today.

Professor Finley said
it was practically

- a "breakthrough ascendancy."
- A what?

Clare, can you get
in here, please?

Hold that thought.

Sorry, but knowing
that you're expecting

a 30 year-old videotape

of Vince Lombardi to help you

motivate Ray...

I don't know, it just
makes me a little nervous.

Well, don't be.

I've got it under control.

- Hi, Kel. How was the workshop?
- Fantastic.

Finley is one of the most
remarkable people I've ever met.

Well, maybe we can
get him to help Ray.

Okay. You know what?
Why don't you leave

and I'm just gonna do
my homework, okay?

I'll see you later. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Do you mind?

Uh, David and I need to have

a quick powwow in private.

Oh, be my guest.

I'll just go for a walk and tell
the seagulls how happy I am.

What do you figure
this hole is for anyway?

To hide our decomposing bodies.

I just don't get what
we're doing here, man.

Well, young Brandon, think
of it as a Zen exercise.

And here I thought it was

because you broke the law.

So you decided to leap in
there and help him out, huh?

Yeah, I, I know it's not
what we agreed on,

but Dylan needed
some help and...

Dylan, what I want to know is,

where Brandon is digging,
are the sides...

and is the bottom...

Are they?

Uh, no, no,

what they are is, uh,
uniformly bad.

But that's an accomplishment
in itself, I suppose.

- You're done here.
- We are?

- You mean we can leave?
- You can do what you want.

But I'd like to invite you
to stay.

Nice hole.

You know, I've heard
of a sweat lodge before.

I always pictured something
a little bigger, you know.

Listen, we're really honored

that you invited us to stay

and everything, but, uh...

What's gonna go on in there?

Well, it's different
for each person.

Our tribe believes that

when the Creator sat
in the sweat lodge,

that human beings were formed

from droplets of the sweat.

Obviously, nothing that dramatic
is gonna happen today.

Well, what is gonna happen?

Well, to say the very least,

you'll sweat a lot.

Well, I don't know about this.

I mean, those rocks
are white-hot.

- Come on, you're a tough guy.
- You can handle it.

Yeah, I'm Minnesota tough.

20, 30 below,

I can handle, but this...

I'm seriously thinking
about bowing out.

You want to tell our host?

Who needs the Peach Pit
After Dark anyway?

- Muntz...
- No, seriously, man.

I told Baumgartner and Noble
they had a brother

that got burned by that place,

and if they went
to the opening tonight,

they'd just be sticking a knife
in your back.

But they went anyway, right?

Well, they're dirtballs, man.
Who needs them?

Why don't you go
to the club, too?

You sure?

Thanks, man, thanks.

Hey, Mr. Sanders.

What do you say, kid?

What do you want?

How about two minutes?

To do what?

Tell you how sorry I am.

Well... well, thanks.

I... I feel a lot better now.

Well, I'm glad you do
'cause I feel lousy.

Please, I saw you
at the club, holding court.

Why don't you
just go back there,

flirt with Donna and Clare
a little more,

show them what a standup guy
you really are?

Steve, I didn't mean to cut you
out of the picture.

Yes, you did!

It's why you made that deal.

I tried to keep you
from getting busted!

It was the best deal
I could make!

That was the best you could do?!

Yes!

Yeah.

You think Ted Stone
and his attorneys listen to me?

All I am to them
is Samantha Sanders' ex-husband.

Listen, I really
don't give a damn

how popular this joint gets,

'cause it doesn't mean
anything to me

unless you're there
being a part of it.

Yeah, well, I'm not allowed
to be, thanks to you.

I don't know about that.

I, um, I really don't think

a magistrate's gonna be there

checking IDs tonight, do you?

Come on.
Come to the club with me.

You're not exactly my idea
of a dream date,

but... you buy, I'll fly.

Come here.

Dad.

How you doing?

I think I might make it.

- I think we're gonna die.
- Yeah.

Grandfather, we are happy
to be here.

This is not a contest.

So, if it gets too hot,
you can get out.

But you're here to pray

for your heart
and not your mind.

Grandfather... we ask
for good health and help.

It's your turn to pray.

Hey, Dylan, you're up.

Uh, Grandfather,

I didn't know if anybody
had been looking out for me

the last couple of months,

but I guess now they have

or I wouldn't be alive
to be here.

Thank you.

Next man pray.

Grandfather, uh...

I don't really know
what to say except...

I'm really glad
my friend Dylan is still here,

so we could do this together.

I'll never forget it.

By the way,
this heat's really something.

♪ There you go, looking at me ♪

♪ With your hands on your hips ♪

♪ Looking to feel like
a bad, bad girl ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ What can you do? ♪

♪ Got to break all the rules ♪

♪ Talking to him
when I'm with you ♪

♪ Gonna shake you up ♪

♪ Looks to me like jealousy ♪

♪ I don't want
to talk it out... ♪

- Hey, Clare!
- Hi!

You guys have done

an incredible job
with this place.

Yeah, it sure beats
changing diapers.

We were hoping it would.

It almost makes me nostalgic

for my bartending days.

No, those bartending days
are over, babe.

Hey, if you change your mind,

make sure you let us know, okay?

All right. When does Ray go on?

Actually, I was

just gonna go talk
to David about that.

- Can I catch you guys in a bit?
- We'll go dance.

Okay, bye.

So what did Ray have
to say for himself?

Nothing.

But he's a quiet guy,

so that's not necessarily
a bad sign.

Donna swears he's gonna be okay.

Clare, would you look
at this place? It's jumping.

People are having
the time of their lives.

Why should we risk Ray
going down in flames?

Who came up with this whole
live music thing, anyway?

Well, if you want to be
the one to tell Donna

Ray can't can't perform
tonight, be my guest.

Now, when you hear the intro,
the band will come out

in this formation,

and you follow Stow

over to your amplifier.

Donna, what are
all these diagrams about?

Now when you start playing,
remember,

you're not Ray Pruit anymore.

You're Paul Hornung.

Who is Paul Hornung?

He used to play
for the Green Bay Packers,

but that's not what's important.

What's important is, you're not

in the Peach Pit
After Dark anymore.

You're in the Super Bowl,
and you've got the ball.

And everyone else out here,
they want to hurt you,

but you're not gonna let them.
You want to know why?

- I'm afraid to ask.
- 'Cause you're the best.

You've wanted to be in this game
your whole life.

You know deep down
that winning isn't everything,

it's the only thing.

Now come here, give me a kiss.

Get your butt out there onstage.

- All right.
- Whoo!

You know, yesterday
I didn't even realize

how beautiful this place is.

Yeah.

So what's next, Lake Whitney?

I don't know.

I think anything would be
a little anticlimactic

after the old sweat lodge.

Yeah.

But I can't remember

the last time I didn't actually
dread going home.

I hate to admit it,
but, uh, I learned a lot

on this little adventure
of ours, too.

Yep, look before you leak.

Absolutely.

You know... when I thought

that somehow you could
dig the perfect hole

any better than I could,

even though I somehow assumed

it would be easier for you,

it hit me... we're all flawed.

Nobody's perfect, not me,
not you, not anybody.

Which is obvious,
but once in a while,

you just need a little reminder.

Could be.

But don't you think the point
was more that you assumed

I was out to get you
even though I wasn't?

And that maybe if you give
people the benefit of the doubt,

you find out
they're really on your side?

- Yeah, anything's possible.
- Possible?

Oh, I'm sorry,
"nobody's perfect"

is supposed to be
a major revelation?

Okay, Brandon, I think maybe
we'd better just, you know...

Talk less and ride more.

You talk less, I'll ride more.

Uh-huh, yeah.

You just try to keep me off
your tailpipe today, my friend.

Yeah. And I use that term
very loosely.

Good luck.

Hello?

Oh, hi.
I didn't want to disturb you.

Well, you didn't.

Please, come in.

It's Kelly, right?

Kelly Taylor.

Usually, I'm terrible
with names,

but you I remember.

So, what's in the envelope?

Would you mind
reading that later?

Okay, though I'm dying
of curiosity.

Well, I just wanted
to let you know how much

I appreciated the workshop.

Maybe I got
a little carried away there.

You don't have to thank me.

What happened at the workshop
was all you.

That'd be nice
if that were true.

It's true.

When you really need
to find something,

suddenly there it is,

where it's always been.

Believe me, I know.

Can I ask you kind of
a personal question?

Take a chance.

When you ended up
in a wheelchair,

is that when
you started evolving?

Well, hopefully,
that's been going on

my entire life,

but the accident, well...

I don't want to give you
the wrong impression

because I truly love to ski.

But, you know, from the fire,
it is a gift to have something

suddenly put
your whole life into focus.

Right now, all I see is that
I'm not really who I want to be.

Well, fortunately,
you're still evolving.

You can change your life, Kelly.

But I should warn you,

a lot of people are not gonna
understand what you're after.

I don't care.

That's what I want to do.

Oh, man, my arms are killing me.

Yeah. Can I get you
something to drink?

Right after I hit
the nearest sacred tree, bro.

Yeah, the ficus in the bathroom,
it's always been lucky for me.

It's me-- Jonesy.

I'm at the Lost and Found
with eight million dollars

I think you might recognize.

Grab your passport, some shades

and get your boots down here
without telling anyone.

Call me. My number is...