All language subtitles for Beverly Hills 90210 - 1x01 - Class of Beverly Hills.en

Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up.

First day of school.

Strange city. New house. No friends.

I'm psyched.

Not gonna work.

I have nothing to wear. Great.

No.

We've got a Sigalert on the Santa
Monica 10 Freeway, eastbound.

One-hour delay due to a three-vehicle...

Honey! It's gridlock out there.
I gotta run.

I'll be down in a sec.

Mom, let's go shopping today,
and I'll go to school tomorrow.

First impressions
are incredibly important.

Honey, you can make
a wonderful first impression.

Everybody here looks like
they just stepped out of a music video.

I don't even have the right hair.

Brandon, get up. Wake up.
You're gonna make us late.

Give me one good reason.

You got to help me pick out
something to wear.

What's the difference?

Brandon, I know you were
Mr Popularity back home,

but I'm not gonna miss Minneapolis.

Nobody knows me here.
I could be anybody.

I could be somebody.

Like what? Homecoming Queen?

Right.

Hey, look, why not?
I mean, you're cute enough.

Hey! You remember
that black T-shirt you wore

at Denise Baum's Fourth of July party?
That was cool.

No.

Okay, fine.

So, she spends an hour
in front of the mirror,

and now she's gotta go
change her clothes.

Where's the toaster?

I'll skip breakfast.

I think we're gonna need a raise
in our allowance.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yo, yo, this is the Flash,

coming to you with over 500 nasty,
jamming, body-slamming watts,

on KWBH,
the voice of West Beverly High.

Come on, let's go, let's go!

Welcome, incoming freshmen.

I love this place!

They gave you a license?

- Hi, Steve.
- Where you been all summer?

I tried calling you like 300 times.

- You got a nose job.
- Yeah, I did.

It looks good.

- Big improvement, huh?
- Well, yeah, they took about a foot off.

Now I know why I broke up with you.

Oh, hey, get off it. Hey.

I'm the guy that taught you
how to work that clutch.

I drive an automatic,
thank you very much.

Figures.

Bye-bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Look for me at lunch, okay?
- Sure.

I don't wanna look like some geek
without any friends.

Great. Together we'll look like
two geeks without any friends.

A joke, okay?

We're supposed to check in here.

Swim team,
sports editor of your school paper,

all-state cross country,
and you still managed to keep a 3.8.

Drama club, student council,
almost a straight-A student.

Yeah, well,
I help her with her homework a little.

You're both used to doing well.
You're both achievers.

And I don't want to diminish
your accomplishment, guys,

but I don't want to kid you either.
West Beverly High is tough.

The kids are very competitive.

So, if you have any problems,
academic or otherwise,

come talk to me.
That's what I'm here for.

Now, get going. I don't want
you to be late for your first class.

Mr Clayton, would you please explain
to this young man

our new restrictions
on leather this year?

- Hey, what's up, Scott?
- I can't find my locker. Number 15-33.

This place is huge,
like five times as big as junior high.

Yeah, I know,
the steps are even bigger,

but the babes are outrageous.

Choose your seat with care.

The person sitting next to you
will be your lab partner

for the rest of the semester.

- Sorry, it's taken.
- By who?

By that girl.

Over here. I saved you a seat.

Look, I think you have me confused
with somebody else.

- That's okay, I'm being friendly.
- Oh, thanks.

- My name is Brenda.
- I'm Kelly.

Hi.

- Are you smart?
- Sort of.

Great. This class is a real bitch.
I need all the help I can get.

How bogus. Lady gets paid
to speak her native tongue.

Excuse me.
Is Andrea Zuckerman around?

I am she.

We're in Spanish together. I'm Brandon.

- So, I want to write for the paper.
- Can you write?

Well, I was the sports editor
at my old school in Minneapolis.

Great.

Which story would you like to cover?

The toxic waste disposal
in our chemistry classes,

or the girls' water polo match
against Beverly High?

Well, we didn't have
a girls' water polo team back home,

so I'll take the new experience.
What time does the game start?

You definitely failed my test.

I don't get it.

You see, whenever a guy
wants to work on the school paper,

I ask him, "Do you want to cover
the girls' water polo match,

"or do you want to do
the toxic waste story?"

Not one guy has ever wanted to do
the toxic waste story.

- Why is that, Brandon?
- Human nature.

No offence,

but this is the top-ranked high school
paper in the country,

and I intend to keep it that way,

so I suggest you put aside your dreams
of editing the swimsuit issue

of Sports Illustrated.

We are talking long hours,
major deadlines and total commitment.

Still interested?

- Wow, you are intense.
- I know.

But that's what it takes to do
what we do around here.

So, if you're not willing to make
the sacrifices, I totally understand.

Guess I should start
by interviewing the janitor, huh?

Custodial Engineer.

And, Brandon,

- nice meeting you.
- Nice meeting you, too.

You know, it's a good thing
you met me when you did.

West Beverly isn't like other schools.
Kids here are richer.

Some of their parents are celebs.

So, it's definitely not
your normal high school.

And socially it's really intense.

You make one false move
and you're history.

I mean, if people here saw you
eating lunch alone today,

like that guy over there...

You know, I had a lot of great friends
at my old school.

- In Minneapolis?
- Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hi.

But it's so cold.
I could never deal with cold.

- You'd get over it.
- Oh, I'd get fat.

Yeah, it's great. I mean, all winter
you can eat whatever you want,

- and then hide it under bulky sweaters.
- That's definitely not Beverly Hills.

Somebody here is always throwing
a pool party,

so you never really get a chance
to pig out, you know?

I can't believe we've got all this reading.

The Great Gatsby by next week.
That's an 11th grade book.

Yeah, plus Trig, History, French,
Biology. It's outrageous.

What's gonna happen
to our social lives?

I'm asking my mother for a tutor.
If you screw up in the ninth grade,

you can permanently damage
your high school GPA.

Think fast!

I hate jocks.

- Good job, man.
- Yes.

Nailed him.

"Back-to-school jam, Friday.
150 Summit Lane."

Yes! Yes, we're there. We are there.

Oh, my God,
that's Marianne Moore's house.

She's incredibly rich,
but such a party girl.

I hear her house is so big,
you need a map to get around.

I cannot believe she's inviting
the whole school.

I mean, that must be 1,800 people.

Well, make that 1,300.

- Wanna go together?
- Yeah, sure.

Great.

We're still going.

God, I can't believe we made it
through the first day of school.

So, what did you think?

We're definitely not
in Minneapolis any more.

- What did you think?
- It's weird not knowing anybody.

It's like, I don't know who they are,
they don't know who I am.

I don't know. I kind of got the feeling

that people wanted to say hello to me,
but they were afraid to.

Yeah, I know what you mean.
I was getting those kind of looks all day.

- So, are we gonna hit this party?
- Definitely.

So, what time do you think
we should go there?

I mean, I think it would be very uncool
if we showed up before 10:00.

Actually, I've sort of
already made plans.

- With who?
- Just some friends.

We're all going together.
Kind of a girl thing.

- But you should join us if you want to.
- No, no, no, that's all right.

You go ahead and have a good time.

- Really? You won't be upset?
- Upset?

Am I the kind of person that gets upset?

Seriously, it's no big deal.
I'll see you there.

Oh, my God.
I would die if my mom did that to me.

Give her a break,
she's from out of town.

Mom, this is Kelly.
Kelly, this is my mom.

- Hi, Kelly.
- Hi.

This is Donna and Cathy and Michelle.

- Hi.
- Hi.

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

You look like you're ready to have
a real good time.

When's your curfew?

Excuse me?

Mom, I told you.

Midnight, okay?

12:30.

12:15.

That was so embarrassing.

Here you go, buddy.
I know just where to put it.

Hey, Steve.

- Brandon. How you doing?
- Good. Nice car.

Well, you gotta have something
to live for, right?

So, what's the deal with this girl?
I mean, does she have parents?

- Hop in.
- All right.

Welcome to West Beverly High.

Hey, Kelly, you're looking good.

He has never said hello to me before.

Okay, so it changed your life.

Hey, maybe I should have the bump
taken off mine.

I had a deviated septum.

- Rhinoplasty, you know.
- A nose job?

- It's beautiful.
- It is, isn't it?

God, I wish I looked like this
when I was a freshman.

See? I decided on this one.

I like this one.

- Who are you waving to?
- My brother, Brandon.

Oh, he's cute.

Oh, God, he's hanging out
with Steve Sanders.

- Who's that?
- My ex.

He's having a tough time
getting the message that it's O-V-E-R.

My sister over there.

She's hanging out with Kelly Taylor.

- The blonde?
- Yeah.

- She's cute.
- Yeah, that's my ex-girlfriend.

- What happened?
- I dumped her.

I'll bet you in another couple of hours
girls will be taking their tops off.

- Oh, you think?
- Oh, definitely.

Oh, but we're not gonna be here.

My mother's coming
to pick us up at 11:00.

If I see flesh, I'm staying.

Hey, what's up, dudes?

I think we should leave.
I don't feel welcome.

Look, would you just relax
and have some punch or something?

- There's that girl I was telling you about.
- Where?

- The blonde!
- Wow.

- I wonder if she'd go for younger guys.
- Oh, I doubt it.

I'm gonna move a little closer to her.

What about me?

Mingle.

No freshmen!

Excuse me, are you here by yourself?

I don't believe it. I'm here by myself, too.

- This party really sucks.
- I know.

I mean, for someone
who doesn't know anybody.

Why don't you know anyone?

Don't you go to Beverly
or West Beverly High?

I go to West Beverly,
but I just moved here.

- Lucky you.
- Yeah.

So what's your story?

You're sexy.

Thanks. So are you.

- Do you wanna dance?
- Sure.

Right here?

- Okay.
- Okay.

You know, these parties, I hate them.
Every year, same crowd, same people.

- So why do you come?
- I had no choice.

Why not?

It's my house.

Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hold it. This is your party?

Wait, don't. You smell so good.
What is that you're wearing?

I don't know. Tide?

- So what's your name?
- Marianne.

- What's your name?
- Brandon.

- Hi, Brandon.
- Hi.

So, isn't this kind of weird?

Not talking to anybody
at your own party?

I don't know,
I mean, my parents tell me to be social.

God knows they are.

I mean, just because I'm popular
doesn't mean I have to like everybody.

- Well, it was nice meeting you.
- Hey, hey, wait a second.

- Could I call you sometime?
- Sure.

Anytime.

Try not to smear it.

Everybody, go for it!

What we have to do
is get ourselves some fake IDs,

get into some clubs,
meet some older guys.

- Do you really think we'd pass as 21?
- Oh, definitely.

It's all in the attitude.

Hey, hey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You wanna dance?

No, thanks. I'm fine right here.

Oh, come on. Everybody's dancing.

What do you want from me?
I said I don't wanna dance.

- You are so cold, you know that?
- Get over it, Steve.

No, get over yourself!

- You're really strong.
- All right, Kelly.

Hey.

- You know her?
- Yeah, I know her.

She's hot.

She is the biggest bitch
at West Beverly High.

I should know,
I went out with her for a year.

- Well, what happened?
- I dumped her.

She's lousy in bed.
She's got a nasty personality.

- I could live with that.
- Who are you?

- Oh, David Silver.
- Steve Sanders.

Wait a second. Wait, wait, your mom,

she's not Samantha Sanders,
from The Hartley House?

I grew up watching that show in reruns.

For five years she was on channel four
at 7:30,

then channel seven at 6:30,
and then she was on twice a day,

once at 9:00 in the morning
and once at 5:30.

All right, I get the point.

I gotta tell you, I love your mom.
I mean, she is, like, the perfect mom.

Look, I hate to break your heart,
but my mom, she's not the perfect mom,

and that ain't the perfect girl.

My ride.

Scott.

Scott.

Have you seen a friend of mine?
He's kind of skinny and wet.

You ditched me, you dork.

Hey, wait up!

Oh, come on, I'm all right. I can drive!
I can...

Hey, come on, man.

- Hey, let's not get crazy, all right?
- Got him.

Dude, you're not driving. You're trashed.

There's my buddy, he'll drive me home.

- Hey, guy.
- I can't do...

This is my car.

Oh, my God.

Here are the car keys, bud.

- Hey, sober up!
- Thanks, dude.

- Thanks a lot.
- Oh, watch my feet!

- So, where do you live?
- I live at Doheny Road, 4203.

- Look, I don't think I can do this.
- Oh, sure.

Just put the gas in the ignition
and step on the key.

Okay, but before we get going,
I just have to tell you one thing.

What?

I don't have my license.
Is that a problem for you?

Guess not.

Yeah, baby. Yeah.

I need some air.

Hey, hey, don't do that!

Hey! Wait.

Hey, hey! Where'd you learn
how to drive, man?

Look, I'm doing better than you could,
and I don't even know how.

I can't believe you'd buy a car like this
and even think of driving home drunk.

I'm not driving, you're driving.

Hey, how's it going?

Oh, my God.

Hey, Steve,
there's some geek driving your car!

She told you.

Sit up. There's a cop behind us.

Wildcats number one!

It's not funny.

- I'm fine.
- Come on.

All right, all right. I'm all right.

Thanks a lot, buddy.
I'm gonna remember you for this.

No problem. Catch you later.

- So, you must be pretty excited.
- Why?

You get to see Marianne today.

Oh, jeez,
will you stop with that, already?

Hey, you're the one who's been
talking about her all weekend long.

"Do you think she's pretty, Brenda?
I mean, really pretty?"

"Do you think
that she would go out with me?"

- Wish I met somebody at the party.
- You will.

Oh, I don't know, Brend.
We're so different.

- I mean, she's so rich and we're so...
- Normal?

Yeah.

How could I know if she's even serious?

I mean, she probably talked
to a million guys that night.

Are you kidding? She would be lucky
to have a date with you.

You're just saying that
'cause you're my sister,

- and you have to say things like that.
- I do not.

I'm saying that objectively, as a girl.

Oh, that's right, you are a girl.
I forgot about that for a second.

Yo, yo!
And now for the morning Flash report.

Friday night's party
at Marianne Moore's house was...

Yeah, and we already have a contender
for the Flash-man of the year,

a major waste case, Steve Sanders.

Remember much, Steve?

Try not to stare too much.

- How's it going?
- Not too well.

Listen, did you see the guy
who drove me home from that party?

- No, why? What happened?
- Somebody...

Somebody totaled my car.

What did she say?

I think she wants you
to be the butcher man.

What?

Look, I don't want to be
the butcher man, okay?

Yo estoy vegetarian.

He's gonna kill me.
I'm just waiting to die.

I can't believe
you actually drove his Vette.

Where did you learn how to drive?

Well, my dad lets me drive
his Vette sometimes.

That's what happens
when your parents get divorced,

your dad lets you do
incredibly stupid things

because he only sees you on weekends.

Doln had thought that
the chemical formula for water was HO.

"Ho." Ho, indeed.

- Wow, this is going to be great.
- Let me see.

No, not yet.

You are gonna be able to get into
any club in town with this.

I'm such an artist.

Excuse me, ladies,
in the back of the room.

I'm not in the mood
to lecture preschoolers,

so either have the courtesy
to pay attention,

or get out of my class now.

I'll show you at lunch, okay?

Wow, 1969.

Do you think anybody
would really believe it?

I mean, that I'm that old?

First of all, nobody here even knows

what a Minnesota driver's license
looks like.

And anyway, I think it all depends
on whether the doorman thinks

you're cute or not.

It's against the law.
I've never broken a law before.

God, I am such a wuss.

Look, the worst that can happen is
they don't let you in.

- So, when are we gonna test this out?
- Saturday night.

The Blue Iguana. Are we there?

Definitely.

- Yes.
- All right.

Marianne.

Marianne.

- Hi.
- Hi.

What are you doing
sitting way out here?

It's my reserved table.

- Mind if I sit down?
- No. Go for it.

- Great party the other night.
- I thought you said you had a lousy time.

No, I meant the part where I met you.

Oh. Thanks.

Listen, do you wanna go to Paris
for the weekend?

I think if we leave Friday night,
we can make it back

by late Monday morning.
I'll only have to miss two classes.

Seriously?

No, no, not seriously.

No, no, no, this...
We can do it. It is possible.

No, no, no, I was...
I was kidding. Really.

Hey, why don't we save Paris
for another weekend,

maybe go someplace a little more local,

like, Saturday night,
maybe around 8:00.

Okay. Sounds great.

- You know where I live.
- Great.

You wanna trade
for a peanut butter and jelly?

Do you know any good places to go
for dinner, like, on a Saturday night?

Wait a second.
Where's the article on toxic waste?

- I'm holding page one.
- I'm on it. I'm on it.

I just need to talk to Mr Ridley
about some chemistry facts.

Brandon, come on.
We are on a deadline.

- I know deadlines.
- Tomorrow, or I do it myself.

- It's my reputation on the line.
- Okay!

So, why weren't you at
Marianne Moore's party the other night?

- Brandon, I never go to parties.
- Why not?

Because hanging out
with a bunch of people acting stupid

is not gonna get me
into the lvy League.

Don't you have anything else in your life
besides school?

Brandon, who has the time?

I already spend 10 hours
of community service a week.

That the lvies love.

Yeah.

- Moonshadows.
- Excuse me?

It's in Malibu. Very romantic.

Thanks.

Is she special?

I don't know. She could be.

Oh boy, this place is a disaster.

This is the way I keep things organized.

You didn't wear this much make-up
in Minneapolis.

I know. It looks hot, doesn't it?

Honey, you don't need a lot of make-up.

Mom, this is Beverly Hills.
You gotta be a little glamorous.

You know, you could borrow
any of my make-up anytime you want.

- So, whose party is it this time?
- I don't know.

Is Kelly driving?

Well, I'll just get the address from her.

You know, parents in Beverly Hills
let their kids go where they want

and do what they want.
They're treated like adults.

Except they're not. You're not.

Look, Mom,
you know that you can trust me.

Fine, fine, I'll give you Kelly's number.

Listen, I want you home by 12:00.
I'm serious.

- 12:45.
- 12:15.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How's it going?

IDs. IDs. Thank you.

Thank you.

Let's see some IDs, ladies.

- Come on, give us a break, okay?
- Give me a break, all right?

- Oh, I'm so sure.
- We were here last week.

Is he serious?

Okay, you in.

- See you guys inside.
- Bye.

- Sorry.
- What?

- Do the addition. I am 21.
- Let's see it again.

This is what they tell me to do
with fake IDs.

You slime.

Come back in about five years.

- Brenda!
- Let's just go, Kelly.

- Come on.
- Come on.

What about Brenda?

- Have you seen them? Blonde...
- No, no, no.

Hey, what's the problem?

- What?
- I didn't see anybody, I'm sorry.

- Relax. I'm not gonna bite.
- I'm sorry.

You just look upset.

Oh, it's just that my friends,
they ditched me.

- Can I buy you a drink or something?
- No, no. I have to call my...

I mean, I have to call a cab
or something.

Oh, come on. One drink.

I'm a nice guy, honest. Come on.

I don't know.

What'll you have?

- Can I get you anything?
- Let's see, I'll have a...

A...

This isn't a trick question.

- A banana daiquiri.
- Interesting choice.

And I'll have a Tanqueray and tonic.

- So, what's your name?
- Brenda.

- Hi, Brenda. I'm Jason.
- Hi.

- Are you in school?
- Yes.

- Oh, where do you go?
- Guess.

SC?

- What, UCLA?
- Right.

- Hey, that's where I went to law school.
- Really?

- So, you're a lawyer?
- Yeah.

Tell me, do you live in a dorm
or in a house?

- A house.
- Which one?

- Which house?
- Yeah, I know all the sororities there.

Oh, well, it's a new one.
We just transferred from Minnesota.

- State?
- Yes.

The whole house just transferred
from Minnesota State to UCLA?

Something like that.

How weird.

Hey, Brandon! You wanna drive?

I don't know.
It's your dad's bike and everything.

- I don't want...
- Oh, come on. You're gonna love it!

You've got a hair.

Actually, I have two.

I've been cultivating them
for about a year now.

I think you're really nice.

I think you're really nice, too.

Let's take off all our clothes.

Whoa, whoa, wait a sec.
Wait a second.

What? What's wrong?

I don't know. I kind of feel like
our roles got a little bit reversed there.

I mean, aren't you supposed
to hold out on me for a little bit?

- Well, why wait? Nobody's stopping us.
- Well, what's the rush?

I'm not going anywhere.

- Sorry.
- No, no, no, don't be.

It's just, I'm having a great time
just being here with you.

- Is that weird?
- No.

It's just that most guys expect
more from me, that's all.

Yeah, well, most guys want
a lot of things they can't get.

Not in this neighborhood.

Wait a minute. Didn't your mother
teach you about playing hard to get?

My mother?
She probably thinks I'm a prude.

- Wait a minute, are you saying...
- Brandon, my dad manages rock bands.

He met my mom on the road,
she was this major groupie.

They did things in the '60s and '70s
that would blow your mind.

They think my life is a bore.

You should spend a couple of weeks
with my parents.

You might feel like you're in
a maximum security penitentiary.

Yeah. It might be a nice break
from this place.

I mean, I feel so trapped sometimes,
you know?

I mean, the minute I wanna go out
and have some fun,

people at school call me a party girl.

And if I wanna be left alone,
or act quiet, they call me stuck up.

I just... I can't win, you know?

- Come here.
- No.

Is that what I'm supposed to be doing?

You're so beautiful.

You know, years from now
I'm gonna look back on this night,

and I'm gonna kick myself
for being such an idiot.

No, you won't. I won't let you.

I'd offer you a drink,
but I'm all out of bananas.

So, you live here all by yourself?

Yeah, all by myself.

How cool.

All right.

Our housemother is really strict
and I have to be home by midnight.

Don't worry, Cinderella.
I only live a few miles from campus.

- Jason, what are you doing?
- Taking our clothes off.

- Jason, Jason, I can't.
- Why not?

Because I can't.

Relax. I can respect that.

I don't want this thing to go
any faster than you do.

Really?

- Sorry.
- There's nothing to be sorry about.

You're very sweet,

and very attractive.

And if you really want to go home,
I'll do it right now.

Thanks.

- This is it. This is the one.
- I think that's a church.

I mean the one next to it.

Well, here's my number.

Are you sure you're not lying
about not having a phone?

- Honest.
- Okay.

I'm sorry you couldn't spend the night.

Yeah, me, too.

So, I'll talk to you soon.

I think you should get a phone.
Communication's important.

I'll work on it.

Good night.

- What are you doing home so late?
- You scared the hell out of me.

- Lost your ride?
- None of your business.

- What are you doing home so late?
- None of your business.

- Don't tell Mom.
- Don't tell Mom.

- Kelly?
- Brenda? It's 6:00 in the morning.

I know.
I haven't been able to sleep all night.

- I had to call you.
- Look, I'm sorry about last night.

That jerk at the door wouldn't even
let us in to find you.

Kelly, you'll never believe
what happened.

- I met a guy after you left.
- No way. Who is he?

His name is Jason, and he's 25,
a lawyer, and so cute.

We had a really great night together.

- You slept with him?
- No.

- Kelly, who is that?
- Just a friend.

Well, what kind of friend
calls in the middle of the night?

She woke up Bob.

Good. It's about time somebody did.

That's all he does around here, is sleep.

Kelly, I will not have you talking to me
about my life like that.

Now, I thought we were mature.

I let you do your thing
and you let me do mine, right?

- Right, Mom.
- Good.

Now, tell whoever it is
you'll call them back in the morning.

I don't like this phone ringing
at 6:00 a.m.

Okay.

- You still there?
- Yeah, what happened?

My mom. It's nothing.

Brenda, does he know
you're in high school?

- I told him I go to UCLA.
- Brenda, I can't believe you.

- Do you think he has a friend?
- I don't know, but I can ask.

- Kelly, what am I gonna do?
- Have a good time.

That's what I always do.

Bye.

Take it easy, guys.

Steve, I saw your car. It's disgusting.

Thanks, Kel.
Thanks for pointing that out.

- I would have never noticed.
- Did you do it,

or was it that dorkmeier
driving you home last Friday?

"Dorkmeier"?

- What dorkmeier?
- I don't know, some geek.

Yeah, well, what did he look like?
What was his name?

You don't remember?
He was driving your car.

No, I don't remember.

Well, whoever he was,
he looked pretty young,

like a freshman.

Probably, didn't even have
his driver's license yet.

I'm gonna find him
and I'm gonna kill him.

Welcome, ladies.
You're just in time for a pop quiz.

Papers will be due
at the end of the movement.

- I hope you know this stuff.
- I haven't studied all week.

What's number two?

Don't be fooled by appearances.

Chemistry, like music, is always tricky,

and never what it seems.

I got some flowers for...

Brandon...

- She says to sign for the flowers, man.
- Oh, okay.

Thanks.

You must be awesome, dude.

No, no, this one first and then that one.
It looks good, you guys.

Really good.

Good.

So, I see your date went well.

Yeah, I guess.
Thanks for the suggestion.

- Frankly, I don't see you two together.
- Why not?

I don't know,
you seem smart and down to earth,

and she's kind of stupid and rich.

See, that's not true at all.

Nobody really knows her.

- Well, what's she like?
- I don't know.

It's like she's got all this money
and all this freedom,

and I think it kind of gets in her way.

See, she's got this image
that's not exactly her.

And then guys go out with her
expecting something,

and she doesn't want to spoil the image,

so she feels obligated
to be this person that she's really not.

Does that make
any sort of sense whatsoever?

Maybe you should be writing
for our advice column.

Thanks anyway. I'm allergic.

Okay, this is his voice.

Hi, it's Jason.

I'm not in right now
to take your call at the moment,

but if you'll leave your name, number
and the time you called,

I'll get back to you just as soon as I can.

Thanks for calling,
and wait for the beep.

Hi, Jason.

- Did it beep?
- No.

- It better not have beeped.
- I swear it didn't beep.

- I'm gonna call him at work.
- Go for it.

Jason Croft, please. Brenda Walsh.

Yes, I can hold.

50 bucks on this guy's head, people.
If anybody sees him, let me know.

Hey, if you tell me,
I'll go out with you Friday night.

Hey, hey. Hey. Man, listen to me.

If you see this guy, let me know.
50 bucks if you...

Did anybody see this guy who was
driving my Vette the other night?

Hey, hey, hey, look.

50 bucks if you help me nail this dude.

I'm looking for the freshman dork
who was driving my car

after Marianne Moore's party.

50 bucks! Big reward!

You can take off
the hat and sunglasses.

If he hasn't nailed you by now,
he's never going to.

- You think?
- Definitely.

And I want my Lakers hat back.

You said you were gonna bring it today.

- Look, I'm sorry. I forgot it.
- I bet you lost it.

- No, I didn't. I remember where I left it.
- Where?

- Sanders' Vette.
- David, it had my name sewn into it.

50 bucks guys,
and I'll let you help me kick his ass.

I'm history.

Hey, are you the guy
Marianne sent flowers to?

Yeah.

Hey, Robinson, this is the guy.

Oh, Marianne sent you flowers?

Well, I wouldn't exactly
call them flowers.

Hey, look, man,
I wanna know what you did, man.

You see, I happen to cultivate a very
deep interest in the female species,

so I wanna know what you did,
where you did it,

how you did it,
and how you got her to do it.

Look, Robinson, all I can say is that

I did something with Marianne
on Saturday

that most guys probably couldn't handle.

What's that supposed to mean, man?

Use your imagination.

No. No way, man!

Hey, heard you scored
on Marianne Moore. Congratulations.

- Heard about you and Marianne.
- From who?

The whole school is talking about it.

I'm surprised at you, Brandon.

Look, you don't know
what you're talking about, all right?

- Get out of my car.
- It's not your car. Half of it is mine.

Get out of my half then.

Hey, hey, hey. We interrupt this song
for a "wild thing", wild thing, report.

Eric Patton and Lucy Belson.

John Addison and, yeah, my girl,
Sarah Takamoto.

And the newest wildest things
at West Beverly High,

well, come on and go with me, children,

Brandon Walsh and Marianne Moore.

... it here first.

Walsh, I'm in your history class
next period. I wanna hear all about it.

Hey, Marianne.

Liar! How can you do that?

How can you go around
spreading those rumors,

after I spilled my guts to you like that?

Hey, I had nothing to do with it, I swear.

You know,
you're just like everyone else.

You're like every other creep.
You used me to get a name for yourself.

Look, Marianne, I didn't...
I didn't say anything.

Well, then who did, huh?

Tell me.

I really thought
I can trust you, Brandon.

God, do you know what it's like to
not to be able to trust anybody,

not even your own parents?

I didn't want anything more from you
than to have a friend in this school.

- I thought you could've used the same.
- Yeah, I can.

The funny thing is they wouldn't
have believed the truth, anyway.

I feel so stupid right now
because I thought you were for real.

See you at the next big party.

Who knows,
it'll probably be at my house.

Thank you, Mr Clayton.

And I hope you understand,
Sophie's father is one of the most

respected plastic surgeons
in Beverly Hills,

so he's a little grade-conscious.

Not to worry, Mrs Dubois.

Tell your husband that a B-
is nothing to worry about.

Thank you.

- You wanted to see me, Jack?
- Yes, please.

- Is something wrong?
- Yeah, sort of.

The non comprender factor
has gone sky-high this year.

Your students can't understand you.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

Look, Jack.

The only way to learn Spanish,
is to live Spanish, to breathe Spanish,

to feel Spanish, to touch Spanish.

I mean, yes.

If their scores don't improve
within a month, we'll talk again.

How about Friday night? I mean dinner.

I'll let you know.

Go do something,
I don't know, get crazy.

You, my man, are a legend.

You know, for once I thought,
here was a nice guy,

a guy with class,
intelligence, sensitivity.

But now I think
you're just a gutless wimp

who probably can't even
write a good lead.

- All right. Come on, lay off, will you?
- No, I will not lay off.

There are better ways to get popular
than advertising your sexual conquests.

Boy, was I wrong about you.

What'd she say?

Stupid pig.

I don't see it. Where is it?

Come on, it's gotta be in there.
Just keep looking.

Yes!

Hurry up, go!

Busted!

I... I can't find it!

- It's gotta be in there.
- I don't see it!

- Where is it?
- Hurry up!

- I can't.
- Better hurry up!

- I can't, it's stuck.
- It's Steve.

What?

- You're the guy who drove me home?
- No, no, it wasn't me!

- I swear it wasn't!
- You've got the wrong guy, jerk!

I'm the one who drove you home
the other night.

Remember? We kind of
hung out together.

I told you I was a fan of your mom's.

And then I drove you home because you
were too wasted to do it yourself.

Oh, yeah. You're gonna pay, buddy.

But you were going to drive drunk, man.
I did you a favor.

Yeah, so what exactly happened, huh?

I forgot to put the car in gear.
I'm not used to driving a stick.

Look, I admit it was my fault.

I'm probably gonna have to work
in McDonald's for the rest of my life,

- but I'll pay for it.
- I have insurance, you moron.

You know, I know this guy in the valley
who works on Vettes real cheap.

Maybe if you get a good quote
from the insurance company,

you can make money on this.

Really?

Yeah. Then you can buy yourself
some new speakers.

What's wrong with my speakers?

I don't know.
I was jamming the music a little loud.

I think I might have blown out a tweeter.

Tweeter.

Oh, what did I do to deserve
meeting a dork like this?

See you at the next party.

That is the studliest thing
I have ever seen.

Hi, I'm Brenda.

Hi, I'm Brenda.

Hi, my name is Brenda Walsh.

I hate my name.

- Bren, what are you doing?
- Don't you ever knock?

Can we talk?

I wanted to ask you
about this rumor that's going around

about me and Marianne.

I kind of feel responsible, like
I started it somehow, because...

Well, because,
I never really denied it, and I...

Brenda, are you listening to me?

I'm listening.

I feel like a jerk.

- Boy, I am glad you said that.
- Why?

I would hate to think that you're turning

into the kind of person
that does start those rumors.

You know, it might seem cool to guys,
but to a girl that likes you, it really hurts.

Yeah, tell me about it.

So what do I do?

- You'll think of something.
- Great.

Wait a minute, where are you going?

I have a date.

- With who?
- He's older.

- In college?
- Something like that.

- Brandon, if you tell Mom, I will kill you.
- Is it serious?

I don't know. I think it is.

I mean, I like him so much,
it's kind of scary.

And my mind, it's like I'm fixated on him.

Sometimes I think I'm in love,
but I know that's not possible,

because I just met him.

Well, who is he?

Brandon, give me a little time
on this one, okay?

I promise I'll tell you, soon.

I hate secrets.

Hey, listen,
you be careful out there, okay?

- I'm serious.
- Okay, Dad.

Brenda, I only made pot roast.

Didn't I tell you?
I'm going out with some friends tonight.

On Tuesday night?
Don't you have homework?

We're studying afterwards.

Aren't those my shoes?

Where is all this dinner money
coming from, anyway?

- Dad, it's just McDonald's.
- In that outfit?

Mom, this is Beverly Hills.

Can't I have some friends
without getting the third degree?

- Home by 10:00.
- 10:30.

10:15.

I haven't even seen
a McDonald's around here.

So, Brenda, what's your major?

You must get so sick of people
asking you that all the time.

- What is it anyway?
- Astronomy.

Wow.

You didn't tell us
she was a brain, Jason.

I flunked astronomy.

I had no idea you were majoring
in astronomy.

It's so much math.

How does everyone
like this Santa Milion?

- It's good.
- Very dry.

- How do you like it, Brenda?
- Oh, fine.

You know, I heard that they discovered
another universe, after this one,

like, some billion light years away,
or something like that.

- Who cares, Ron?
- Maybe Brenda does. It is her major.

I mean, what is a black hole, really?

Yes, please, go ahead and tell us.

Well...

I guess the easiest way to explain it,
without a working knowledge of

fourth dimensional geometry,
is that it's just a hole.

Just a hole?

- In space, dummy.
- That's black.

I still don't get it.

So, Jason tells us your entire sorority
house transferred here from Minnesota.

Well, not exactly all of us, actually.
Just five.

See, Jason, I told you
it wasn't the entire house.

Well, that's what she said.

I really have to go, Jason.

About Friday.

Plan on spending the night.

And tell your housemother,
I don't know,

that you're visiting
your parents for the week.

- I'll try.
- Try hard.

Good night.

Hey, hey, hey, we have a very
special guest in our studio today,

Mr Brandon Walsh.

Brandon Walsh is
this week's wild thing, wild thing,

who just moved
to Beverly Hills from Minneapolis.

Say hello to our listeners, Brandon.

Hi.

So, Brandon, tell us,

what does it take to be a wild thing?
Wild thing!

Well, actually, that's what
I wanted to talk to you about today.

Hold on, hold on.

Before you say
another word, remember,

we are regulated by both the FCC

and Mrs Sibitsky, our club sponsor.

Right.

Well, since my date with Marianne
Moore has become public knowledge,

I wanted to tell everyone
what exactly happened that night.

What? We are all ears, Brandon.

Nothing happened,
and a lot of you guys out there know it.

But, Brandon,
the key phrase here is "wild thing."

Look, we sat and we talked, that's it.

And you know, it may sound a lot less
exciting than doing the wild thing,

but it actually meant a whole lot more.

So, Marianne, I hope you're listening,

because I wanna say I'm sorry.

And the thing that bums me
out the most

is that you feel like you
can't trust me anymore.

And that appears to be
all the time we have this morning

for mushy declarations of love.

And this is your Flash the Cash D.J.,

and you're listening to KWBH. See ya!

With a very few exceptions,
most of you did very well on your quiz.

Jason wants to go out
again Friday night.

He wants me to spend the night.

You've gotta tell him, Brenda.

What if he freaks?

Science is about observation, class.

So, pay attention to the music.

If you've done your experiment correctly,

the melonic acid should react
to the potassium iodate

exactly when the first movement is over.

If he really loves you,
then it shouldn't matter.

Do you think you love him?

I don't know.

- Enough to sleep with him?
- I don't know.

I think so.

Then you've got to tell him, Brenda.

Very poor showing, girls.

Also, it's very disconcerting to notice

that you both share
all the wrong answers in common.

If I see this
kind of thing happening again,

it's an automatic F for the year.

I've taken the liberty
of making an appointment

for you with Mr Clayton, Brenda.

Why?

I've seen your transcripts
from your former high school.

I expect much more from you
in this class than a D-.

Now! The music is over!

The experiment has ended!

Marianne.

Hi.

I heard what you said this morning.

I made a fool of myself
in front of the entire school.

I hope so.

Marianne, I want you to know
that I never meant to hurt you.

You just saw an opening and took it.

I never meant to let you get close to me.

Oh, come on. Don't say that.

Look, why don't you give me
a second chance?

Like Friday night?

No, I think I'm gonna do something
kind of weird this weekend.

- Like what?
- Stay home.

It's a rare event.

It sounds like a good idea.

Well, what about the week after?

I'll call you.

Great. She'll call me.

I don't get it, Brenda.

You've never even gotten a C before.

- What's up?
- Nothing.

Brenda, when I see a good student
come to my school and slip,

I feel responsible.

- What can I do to help you?
- Nothing.

Brenda, from the look of things,

you'll be lucky to pass
chemistry this semester.

That's not gonna look good
on your record.

I know. I'll work harder.

Good girl, and I know you will.

What's this?

Have one of your parents sign that
and bring it back to me.

Why?

Because something's going on
with you, Brenda,

and I wanna make damn certain
you're talking to somebody about it.

Hey, Andrea!

Didn't you listen to KWBH this morning?

I never listen to KWBH.

So, you didn't hear what I said?
About Marianne?

No, and frankly, I'm not interested.

- Look, I want to explain something.
- I gotta get home, okay?

- Well, let me give you a ride, then.
- No. Thank you.

I can't believe you followed me home.

It was the only way
I could get to talk to you.

Wait a minute,
how come you go to West Beverly High?

You don't live anywhere
near Beverly Hills.

Look, my life is private, okay?

How dare you come
anywhere near my house?

- Hey, I just wanted to talk.
- Oh, yeah, right.

So you can go blabbing
to everybody about where I live,

just like you did about you
and Marianne Moore?

Brandon, this isn't a game to me.
I am not rich like you.

If anybody finds out where I live,

they will kick me out of West
Beverly High so fast my head will spin.

Well, how come you go there
if you live here?

Because it's the best school
in the city, that's why.

Why should I be deprived
of a good education

just because
I am geographically undesirable?

Well, you're right, you shouldn't.

Listen.

The reason I followed you home

was to tell you that
I think you've got me all wrong.

That thing about me
and Marianne, that's not me,

that's not what I'm about.

I mean, I'm not perfect,
but I'm not a complete jerk either.

Brandon, I lie about my home address.

My grandmother lives in a cheap,

rent-controlled apartment
in Beverly Hills,

and that's where I have my mail sent.

If anybody finds out,

and if you tell anybody
about where I live,

it'll mess me up bad.

Don't worry, I won't.

It's nice to finally bring
a friend home from school.

Come on in.

Jason, this place is really nice.

For the money it's costing, it should be.

It's worth it, to be here with you.

Thanks.

- Can I tell you something?
- Sure.

The last woman I went
on three dates with,

I lived with for 11 months.

- What happened?
- Oh, I don't know.

Oh, yeah, it was coming up
to our year anniversary.

We...

We got into this weird fight
about a new couch for the living room.

I decided I had to go with my own taste,

'cause the couch was probably
gonna be around longer than she was.

- I don't mean to get heavy on you.
- No, that's okay.

Jason, do you think
I could tell you anything?

Of course.

The older I get, the more I realize

openness is the most important part
of a relationship.

And you'd feel
the same way, no matter what?

I mean, this could be a shock.

Trust me. I'm shockproof.
Brenda, what is it?

First of all,
I want you to have my phone number.

- You got a phone.
- No.

I've always had a phone.

I don't live in that sorority house.

No?

- I don't go to college.
- You work?

Jason, I am a junior
at West Beverly High.

- What kind of a junior?
- A 16-year-old junior.

Look, my best friend, Kelly, told me
that if we were getting serious,

I had to tell you the truth,

and that if you really loved me,
it wouldn't matter anyway.

Oh, is that what Kelly said?

I thought you were shockproof.

More wine?

Maybe you should check her ID.

Or is that fake, too?

How could you do this to me?

What is this,
some kind of a high school prank?

Jason, I'm sorry.

- Look, I thought...
- You thought wrong.

I should sue your parents.

Yes.

Excuse me. Bring me the check.

Turn left here.

No.

Tell me, Brenda,
was it fun playing grownup?

My feelings for you didn't change

just because I'm a few years younger
than you thought I was.

What the hell
do you know about feelings?

A lot!

I would never tell anyone I liked them

and then treat them the way
that you're treating me.

Just wait until somebody you thought
you cared about lies to you.

You know, don't you think
it was hard on me, too, Jason?

Lying to my family about
where I was going at night,

flunking out of school.

All for what?

God, I can't believe it.
I was gonna sleep with you tonight.

You were gonna be the first guy...

Never mind.

- Brenda...
- No, just get off me.

- I'm glad this happened.
- Let me walk you to the door.

No, just leave me alone!
I never wanna see you again!

- Mom, I'm so sorry.
- Oh, baby.

It's all right, honey.

Oh.

Sweetie. It's okay.

I know. I know.

- I never meant to lie to you.
- I know you didn't, honey. I know.

Who is he, Brenda?

Some guy. Kelly and I went to a club...

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

It's my fault, too. I just...

I knew things weren't right, and I just...

Oh, I wanted you
to be happy here, to fit in,

but not like this.

I know.

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

- What's going on? What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Do you guys mind if I talk
about this later?

I have a lot of catching up
to do on my chemistry.

- No.
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So are you gonna
tell me what happened?

It's a long story.

I'm not going anywhere.

Brandon, do you mind
if I save it for when you're older?

What do you mean? I am older.

- By 30 seconds, remember?
- I know.

It's just, when you get to be our age,
girls are more mature.

- Well, if that's the way you want it.
- Thanks.

And someday,
I will tell you almost everything.

Forget it. I've already lost interest.

I miss Minneapolis.

- No, you don't.
- Yeah, I do.

Nothing was this complicated.

- Brenda, did you...
- No.

Did you?

No.

I didn't think so.

Brandon, are we gonna make it here?

Well, the houses are bigger,
the weather is warmer,

and the tan lines are outstanding,

but that doesn't mean they've cracked
the meaning of life.

- You know what I mean?
- Yeah, I know.

Would you have told me if you did?