All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S03E10 - Home and Away (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track4_[eng]

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(men shouting,
marching band playing)

WOMAN (cheering):
Who's the best...?

(whistling blowing)

(people chanting
indistinctly)

MAN:
Go, go, go, go, go...

(man shouting indistinctly)

(grunting)

(crowd cheering)

(team whooping)

(men chanting)

MAN:
Yay!

(marching band playing)

(audience cheering)

Look, Brandon is
perfectly aware

he's working
on a deadline,

so what do you say we just
leave him alone, okay?

I don't get how
we're supposed

to lay out the paper
without Brandon's editorial.

Craig, it's going
to be fine.

If I have to lay out
the paper myself, I will.

Thank you.

Whatever
you say.

BRANDON:
It was just another
Friday night

in America, and I don't think
any of us stopped to think

that from Pompano Beach

to St. Paul,
kids all over the country

were doing
the exact same thing we were.

I mean, how much more typically
American can you get

than a football game,
a high school dance

and a burger joint?

What was atypical was,

that for only the third time
since a man walked on the Moon,

West Beverly was undefeated
after three games.

And what was even more
unexpected was that my sister,

Brenda Walsh, had volunteered

to become the head
of the dance committee.

Bren, why do you want
to be in charge

of the Pigskin
Prom, of all things?

Why do you think?

I don't know.
Maybe you want to date a jock.

What can I say, Dylan?

I'm madly in lust
with Tony Miller.

(laughter)

And then again,
maybe it's the fact

that all the money raised
at the dance goes

to the Alvarado Street
Elementary School

for their Christmas drive--
I mean, maybe that

has something
to do with it.

I didn't know
you were so civic-minded, Bren.

And you're going
to the dance with me.

No.

BRANDON:
Some of the major

social issues confronting

this generation were also
the subject of fierce debate

that night.

She is definitely
coming onto him.

No, she's not.

DONNA (scoffs):
What do you call that?

KELLY:
Donna, she's
a freshman!

David's always been
like an older brother to her.

He and Scott
were best friends.

You know that, okay?

(music playing,
crowd chatter and shrieking)

She is definitely
coming onto him.

(scoffs)

BRANDON:
But the focus was
definitely football.

Specifically,
next week's game,

which everyone knew
would be the toughest one

we'd have all season.

You're the sports
editor, Walsh.

You have an obligation
to make a prediction.

Yeah. Who's gonna win--
Shaw or us?

(sighs)

All right.

I predict
that a mighty team will fall.

Oh, don't go out
on a limb here,
or anything.

BRANDON:
Hey, hey,
come on, guys.

It's a tough call.

I mean, these guys are good.

What... What do they call
themselves?

The, uh... the Masters
of the Universe?

Should be Armed
and Dangerous.

(laughter)

Yeah, if we survive
the ride down there,

the game will be
a piece of cake.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
I've got the scores here.

Hamilton smashes Jefferson 21-6.

Yes!

Quincy and
Van Buren

tie 13 apiece.

What about Shaw?

Shaw?
Come on.
Just

the score,
Sanders.

(sighs)

Shaw 49, Wilshire... zip.

Like you said,
piece of cake.

The guy said
something happened

in the closing seconds
of the Shaw game.

Some violence
or something.

Well, it's
a violent
game, Sanders.

I think it was
pretty major.

BRANDON:
Maybe if we hadn't been
on a winning streak,

I would have jumped
on the story.

But it wasn't until breakfast
the next morning

that it registered.

Something major
had indeed occurred.

JIM:
Aah, I thought they were

supposed to
increase the peace.

What's wrong?

The gangs are
at it again.

I hate hearing
about that stuff.

JIM:
Two spectators
were shot to death

in the stands at a
high school football
game last night.

Where?

You ever heard of
Shaw High School?

Yeah, I've heard of 'em.

That's the team
we're playing next week.

At their school?

Yeah.

(scoffs)
I wouldn't
count on it.

BRANDON:
When I got
to the team meeting,

everybody was talking
about the incident at Shaw.

The guy on the radio said
it was panic city.

I heard
it wasn't anything.

Two guys shot dead
is definitely something, Tony.

Oh, hey, there's
no way I'm going to
play down there, man.

What are you
worried about?
Oh!

What's that
supposed to mean?

It means that I have
a little bit more

to worry about
than you do.

Hey, look,
it's not about

the color of
your skin, bro.

It's about where you
live and how you talk

and what kind of
car you drive.

All right, everybody,
listen up.

Now, you've probably
heard rumors

about the
violence at Shaw.

BRANDON:
When Coach Chapman told us the
practice had been called off

so he could attend an emergency
meeting of the school board,

it became clear to all of us
that the only thing normal

that would be happening
at West Beverly that day

would be Brenda's band
auditions for the dance.

(rock cacophony)

Hey! What's up?!

Where's Kelly?

If you'd just
hired David,

we wouldn't have
to go through this.

This is so cool.

You better get
this gig, Silver.

Okay, come on everybody.

Let's get started.

Hey, you with the guitar!

(music grinds to a halt)

Okay... um, welcome
to the Pigskin Prom auditions.

First up will be...

Grudgemaster.

WOMAN:
All right, right on.

Just hire David.

Hello. Hello.

DONNA:
Hi. Oh...

That smile can
only mean one thing.

Big date last night?

Big phone call this morning.

I talked to my father.

He called from Barcelona,
and it was definitely

the best conversation
we have ever had.

Kelly...

KELLY:
I know what you're

thinking, Don,
and I told him

straight out, I said, "Listen,

I don't even want
to talk to you

if you're just going
to shine me again,"

but then he apologized
about last year

and explained what happened,

and by the end,
we were both crying.

We just have that
effect on each other.

Anyway, he's flying
into town this Friday

just to see me.

Oh, that's great.

Finally, I get
to meet him.

Yeah,

but since I'm not
going to be going to the dance,

maybe I should resign
from the dance committee.

Oh, Kelly.

I'm sorry, Bren,

but he's only going
to be here for the weekend,

but I'll still stay
for the auditions.

(brash heavy metal playing)

Why don't you just hire David?

BRANDON:
Meanwhile, I had tailed
Coach Chapman to his meeting

at the Board of Education.

I caught him and Mrs. Teasley
in the hallway just long enough

to find that they weren't
pleased I was there.

formal decision
on the...

When they assured me that
no formal decision

on the fate of the game
would be made

until Monday at the earliest,

I took my cue
and started to leave.

Excuse me!

Who was that guy?

He's the coach
from my school.

West Beverly, I presume.

Yeah.

I'm Brandon Walsh.

Jordan Bonner, from Shaw.

So, uh, what'd the
coach have to say?

Well, there won't be
any formal decision made

till Monday
at the earliest.

Anything else?

Well, the prime concern
is to make sure it's safe

to play the game next week.

No kidding.

This is so unnecessary.

Well, two people were killed.

By a rival set
from another school.

It has nothing to do
with you people.

Well, considering
we're supposed to sit

in the same bleachers

as the two people
who were killed,

I'd say, yes, it does have
something to do with us.

Not to mention the fact
we're going to have

25 players down on the field.

It was an
isolated incident.

You don't have anything
to worry about, man.

Unless some of your West Beverly
homies are planning something.

Fortunately, we don't have

much street violence
in Beverly Hills.

That doesn't stop you

from being an expert on
the subject, now, does it?

It's been really nice
talking to you, Jordan.

They're going to
cancel the game.

You know that, don't you?

No. What I know

is that Coach Chapman,
Mrs. Teasley

and the whole damn school board

is in there on a Saturday
afternoon trying to figure out

any way they can to make
sure this thing happens.

You know, Brandon...

Brandon of Beverly Hills...

you don't know squat.

BRANDON:
Less than 15 minutes later,
Coach Chapman and the others

called a press conference
to announce that West Beverly

was officially forfeiting
our game with Shaw.

So...

how's it going, Ace?

It's going.

Would you like to read
what I've done so far?

No. This is
your editorial--

just as long as it's
not libelous or profane.

Oh, now you tell me.

Anyhow, how we
doing on time?

Uh...

I can have a draft to you
in about, uh, 45 minutes.

That's cutting it a little
close, don't you think?

Uh, not really. I mean,
the computer's already
programmed.

All we have to do
is lay in the text.

It's actually quite basic.

So you're
telling me

I can cut out of here,
and have a life?

See you tomorrow.

Adios.

Bye, Gil.

Andrea.

There's no way

I can have this done
in 45 minutes.

Brandon...

I'm doing the best I can.

How much time
do you really need?

Let's just say, if we don't
have it done in an hour,

we'll be in deep you-know-what.

I'll have it to you
in an hour, I promise.

(sighs)

Hey, come on, Chief.

This is what makes
journalism exciting.

Okay, so the gig
starts at 7:30,

and we need to have
a sound check done by...

How you doing, Donna?

Are we proud
of this guy or what?

The Pigskin Prom!

Are we thrilled
out of our minds

he's playing there,
or what?

How could you ask her
to come with us?

Donna, I can explain.

Start explaining.

You know, Donna...

Good-bye, Steve.

That's just what
I was gonna say.

Call you later.

Look, Donna,
I've known Sue Scanlon

since she was a little girl.

Well, she's not so little
anymore, David.

She likes music.

She likes musicians.

She's a groupie!

She's Scott's
kid sister.

She asked me if she could go
to the dance with the band.

What was I supposed to tell her?

Well, why don't you tell her

the band wouldn't be playing
at all

unless your very possessive
girlfriend

wasn't on the dance committee?

So, what are you saying,
I wasn't the best?

Well...

I kind of liked Grudgemaster
myself.

(chuckles)

Look, don't worry about Sue,
okay?

Okay.

Okay?

Fine.

Come here.

Hi.

You done?

No, Andrea, I'm not done.

And I'll never be done as long
as I have to hear you

keep walking up and down
the hallway.

I'm, I'm sorry. I'll go.

Andrea...

Brandon, you are wasting
valuable minutes here.

Andrea, face it.

We aren't going
to make our deadline.

Brandon...

Hey, it's not a crisis.

The computer
is already programmed.

I know how
to lay out the paper.

Everybody will have a copy
of the Blaze

on their desk
first thing tomorrow.

Hey,

I'm the co-editor of the paper
for God's sake.

Will you give me
a little credit here?

If you stick in any swear words,
I'm going to kill you.

Good night, Andrea.

And don't worry.

I know exactly
what I'm doing.

I know.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

BRANDON:
No one knew what Jordan Bonner
and I had up our sleeves,

but a window of opportunity
had opened.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah, I'm alone.

Are you crazy?

No, nobody knows
we're doing this,

but they'll all find out
soon enough, won't they?

Yeah, anyway come when you can,
I'll be here.

BRANDON:
Even though I am editor
of the West Beverly Blaze,

I never realized
how isolated our school is.

We can't see past
our own concerns.

I guess I knew that before
the game was cancelled,

but it still caught me
by surprise

how removed everyone was
from what was really going on.

KELLY:
Guess who has dinner
reservations

Friday night at Spago?

Ooh, very cool.

Oh, yes,
are people still
eating at Spago?

KELLY:
Well, I'll let you know
after I go there with my father.

So, your father's
in town?

He called.

He is coming in
Friday night for sure.

And wouldn't you know
she's using that as an excuse

not to come to the dance.

A dance without Kelly Taylor
really isn't a dance at all.

Oh, thank you.
Bye.

So does that mean
if I get a note
from my dad...?

No, Dylan.

I have a novel idea.

What if you just cancel
the dance altogether?

Are you out
of your mind?

I've got two A&R
guys coming here

to scope out
my main man.

Gee, don't make me nervous
or anything.

You'll do fine.

And what about
everyone else, Donna?

What are they
supposed to do?

You know, Brandon,
we're all upset

that the game
was cancelled,

but that doesn't
mean the world has
to grind to a halt.

Well, it just seems to me
having a dance

in honor of the football team
without a football game

is completely ludicrous.

Why don't they just move
the game up here?

And risk a drive-by shooting
at halftime?

I think the PTA'd
be really into that.

Brandon, you're making
it sound like

it's our fault
the game was cancelled.

Yeah, man, I mean, come
on, the guys at Shaw,

they never agreed
to play here anyway.

And as much as I'm
a sports fanatic,

people around here
are more into

having a dance than
a football game.

What do you think,
sweetheart?

You're not gonna drag me
into this.

I'll just stay over here
in the neutral zone

if that's okay with you.

The neutral zone?

BRANDON:
You hear a phrase sometimes

and something clicks,
and you're gone.

So there I was
chasing a wild idea

that just might get this game
played after all,

and as I drove south
through a part of town

I'd never actually seen before,

I kept thinking
of Henry Thomas,

my boss at the Beverly Hills
Beach Club.

(siren wails in distance)

I couldn't help but wonder

where his sporting goods store
was located

before it got trashed
in the riots.

I wondered how it could be
that I didn't know.

By the time I got
to Shaw High School

and made my way past
the metal detector

that had been installed
since the shooting,

I was convinced
that we would

not only get the game
rescheduled,

but would absolutely have
a chance to change the world.

Unfortunately, Jordan Bonner
didn't quite see it

the same way I did.

I'm sorry, Walsh,
I didn't mean

to insult your
intelligence here,

but either you are
totally ignorant

or naive in the extreme.

What is so naive

about going to
the School Board

with a united front,

telling them
to move the game

to a neutral field
away from the violence?

Switzerland, that's
a neutral county.

We can play
the game there.

You got an answer
for everything,

don't you, Jordan?

About this stuff...

yeah, I do.

You know, I came here
in good faith, man,

and you just keep dissing me--
what's with that?

What do you want me to say?!

It was very noble of you
to trek down here?

Man, you need to understand
what's real.

If we play this game anywhere
but here,

we might as well hand
the community over to the gangs.

The truth is,
until we can afford

to have everybody in this world
live happily ever after,

we need to take a stand
right here

where the people can see us,
hear us,

and understand
that we are not afraid to be.

BRANDON:
And then Jordan handed me
an editorial he had written

about the last couple days,
and another idea,

a better idea began
to take shape.

This was Bose
Hinton's locker,

One of the kids
that died.

He was my friend.

Was he a,
a gang member?

Does it matter?

No, I guess not.

You see, what
pissed me off,

was that both
those dudes who died
were my friends.

And all I kept
hearing about

from you was a
football game.

Hey, man, it was never
just the game.

It... I don't know,

the whole thing
really got to me, you know?

You should write
a eulogy.

I didn't know
your friends.

A eulogy for
the game, man.

BRANDON:
By the time I was ready
to leave, we had a plan.

He had already written a eulogy
for his fallen friends.

I'd write one for the game.

For a way of life.

We'd publish our pieces
together in both our papers,

side by side.

I remember thinking things were
beginning to fall into place

as I crossed back into the
green belt of Beverly Hills.

I only had one potential
problem now, Gil and Andrea.

We can't publish
this, this....

I don't even know
what it call this

it's so over the top.

That's the point,
it's supposed
to be incendiary.

And racist?

He practically calls
Coach Chapman a Nazi.

We'll be sued!

And why did he have to use
so many swear words?

Because he's angry!

What do you want us
to put a warning label on it

like they do on CDs,
pretend it's a rap song?

Brandon...
Come on, Gil,

this is the best take
we're gonna get

on the two kids
that were killed!

Look, what if
Brandon edits it?
No.

Jordan and I are not going
to edit each other.

I insisted on that.

Brandon, it's too long.

Swear words or not,
it's got to be edited.

Really, Brandon,
I mean help us out here,

'cause I'm having
a very hard time

convincing myself
that you believe much

of what I'm reading.

The point is that
he believes it.

And that's why
he should publish it.

You want to take a stand,
then write your own editorial,

but this isn't gonna fly.

Sorry, Ace.

And whatever you write,
make it great.

BRANDON:
Two kids were shot to death,

and the buzz on this quad
continues to be:

"At least they didn't cancel
the dance."

And we wonder why
we can't get along.

What are we going
to do, people?

Form two lines and throw rocks
at each other?

Or maybe, just maybe

we can join together
to form one circle.

To those who want
to form the circle,

to those who are willing
to start at the beginning,

I, Brandon Walsh,
personally invite you to...

(knock at door)

Jordan?

Brandon, how you doin'?

Good, how you doin'?

Okay.

I got something
for you, man.

What's this?

My editorial.

Oh, I already programmed it
into the computer, man.

I didn't change a word.

You were going to print that?

Yeah, we made a deal.

You really are naive.

What do you mean?

That was me getting through
my anger,

this is me getting through.

It's only two paragraphs.

Yeah, short, sweet,
lean and clean.

(snaps fingers)

"Anything quieter than a gunshot
people don't hear,

and even then they don't listen
for long."

It's good.

Thanks.

A lot of people
are going to get

to read that,
thanks to you.

Thanks to you,
I got to redo the layout.

(chuckles)

So what do you got
for the readers

of the Shaw Courier?

Hot off the presses.

This looks very
professional.

Well, we try.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?
I appreciate
the invite,

bro, but, uh,
I think we're doing

a huge thing here
just by publishing

these two pieces together.

Yeah, but if we really want
to shake things up,

we got to do something
everybody's going to remember

for the rest of their lives.

I think they will, man.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey, Bren, how you doing?

"Since the administration
didn't let us have
a football game,

"I, Brandon Walsh,
personally invite each of you

at Shaw High School to join me
Friday at the Pigskin Prom."

You had no right
to do that.

Oh, come on, Bren, it'll
be good for ticket sales.

You know, from
the very beginning,

you've been telling me how
trivial this dance thing is.

Well, congratulations,
Brandon, you win.

They're now gonna
cancel it.
Brenda, will you relax?

Let's just wait and see
what happens, okay?
Wait and see?

Mrs. Teasley is in
there talking to
Mr. Meyers right now.

Brenda, I really think
you're overreacting.

STEVE:
Brandon!

Brandon!

Brandon.

I'm sorry that you feel
betrayed, Andrea, I really am,

but this was just something
I had to do.

Oh, you had to lie to me,
you had to print these
editorials behind my back?

Brandon, after all
we've been through,

you couldn't take me
in your confidence?

Look, Andrea, this
isn't happening the way
it was supposed to.

It probably would've
worked out a lot better

if you had trusted
your friends.
Hey, I said I'm sorry.

You're not really,
are you?

You and I have got some
repair work to do, pal.

What did you say
to Mrs. Teasley?

I said we were struggling
to meet a deadline

and some copy
fell through the cracks.

Excuse me, nothing fell
through the cracks.

You could've told her
the truth, Gil.

The truth would've gotten you
booted out of school, mister.

You covered up
for him!

Let's try to keep this
in perspective.

No, let's just try to remember
my name was on the masthead

before either one of you
came here.

Andrea, come on, let's...
Look, I'm sorry.

I'm gonna
take a walk.

(door opens and closes)

Talk about
some repair work.

Brandon, I wouldn't
have covered for you

if I hadn't read Jordan's
first editorial and realized

what a big concession
you made by changing it.

I didn't change it;
Jordan did that.

Well, at least one of you
used good judgment.

I'm sorry, Gil,
but two kids

got shot watching
a high school football game

and nobody around here
gives a damn!

I mean, we live
on this sheltered island.

That's why I had to invite
the Shaw kids to the dance.

Look, I know your
motives are solid,

but I've got to be back
in Mrs. Teasley's office

in 15 minutes to try
to talk her out of
canceling the dance.

Why you?
Because I'm
the faculty sponsor.

You're kidding, right?
What can I say.

I'm a sucker for girls
in party shoes.

Well, Brenda's positive
Mrs. T's gonna cancel it.

She probably thinks I did
this just to ruin her life.

Don't defend my brother, Dylan--
he's a heinous traitor.

I'm not talking
about Brandon.

I'm talking about this
guy, Jordan Bonner.

The thing he
wrote's right on.
Well, what's it say?

Well, to paraphrase:
Be nice to your brother.

You know, what do you
care if the dance is
canceled, anyway?

You weren't ever going
to go-- admit it.
Oh, that's not true.

I was gonna swoop in
for the last tango.

Well, if the dance
is called off,

why don't we go to Spago
so I can finally meet
Kelly's dad.

Bren, the odds of
Kelly's father showing
aren't that great.

He just called her
last weekend.

I still wouldn't
bet on it.

Well, maybe she knows
more about it than you do.

I mean, why is it around here,
that everyone is so certain

they know what's best
for everyone else?

(chuckling):
Hey, Walsh.

Stick to sports
reporting.

Ow! That hurt, man.

It was supposed to, man.

So, is this all
an elaborate ruse

to get out of going
to the dance with me?

Believe me, I'm
not that clever.

STEVE:
Brandon.

(clears throat)
It's my fan club.

I'll see you later.

For what it's worth,

I really admired
what you wrote.

Thanks.

Brandon, if this dance
gets canceled...
And it's gonna be.

next time you find
two A&R guys

willing to come
to a high school dance.

DONNA:
Brandon, we sold
over 400 tickets.

When is David supposed to get
another chance like this?
Hopefully tonight.

Guys, it's not over
till it's over.

BRANDON:
Look...

a lot of people think
I screwed up.

Can I say "screwed up"?

Brandon, Mr. Meyers already
explained how complex

laying out the paper is with
the new computer system.
It's not that.

I know he's going to be talking
with you

about not canceling the dance.
We went over

these exact same issues when
we decided to cancel the game.

Our first obligation

is the safety of the students
at West Beverly.

The violence at Shaw
really leaves us no choice.

Mrs. Teasley, I've been to Shaw,

and I've met
some of the students,

and they're not
so different from us.

This isn't about the color
of people's skin

or how much money they have,
it's about gunshots.

So what you're saying is, if
the shootings hadn't happened,

they would be welcome here,
right, Mrs. Teasley?

Correct me
if I'm wrong--

students from Shaw High School
have never been welcome

at this school, have they?

BRENDA:
So, Mrs. Teasley called
the principal at Shaw,

and he said
that none of the kids

would probably show up anyway.

And then they talked

to Jordan,
the other editor

that Brandon knows,
and he said he
wasn't even going.

Sounds like quite the popular
event you've got going.

Yeah, well, at least
it's going-- all we're doing

is adding
a couple of security guards.

Well, whoever said
there's no more heroes

never met your brother.

BRENDA:
Yeah, you know,
Brandon's really good

at making you
feel grateful to him

for saving something that he
screwed up in the first place.

Well, the only bummer is that

Sue Scanlon is back
in the picture.

I mean, she was cornering David
at the deejay booth

before Mrs. Teasley even
finished her announcement.

Donna, Sue's a good kid.

She just has a couple
of problems.

Oh. And lucky me.

I get to worry
about them.

Looking like that, you don't
have to worry about anything.

Okay, what do
you think?

Ooh!

Bren?

Kelly, are you sure
about this?

Too mature?

No. It's just...

I mean, when was the last time
you actually saw your father?

What right do you have to make
judgments on my family?

Kelly, I didn't.

Brenda, you live in Walsh land.

You have no idea what goes on
in other peoples' families.

And if you don't know anything
about something,

maybe you should just shut up.

So, uh, tell me honestly.

Well, it looks
a little like...

Like what?

Like something your so-called
manager would pick out for you.

I told him that,
but he wouldn't listen to me.

Okay, now me.

Be honest.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

So, uh, you sure
about not going to the dance?

(groans)

My father's just running
a little late.

But what's new, right?

Right. Well, uh,
if you change your mind...

Thanks.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

David?

Good luck.

BRANDON:
Hey, guys, take the night off.

Gil Meyers will be
looking after us tonight.

That's very reassuring,
Brandon.

It was meant to be, Dad--
he takes his job very seriously.

Then where was he when you drove
by yourself down to Shaw?

I didn't mention it to him
until afterwards.

Yeah. That ought
to tell you something.

CINDY:
Look, Brand,

we're very proud of your
journalistic skills, but...

what are we supposed to do
when there are gunshots

and you drive toward them?

I don't know, Mom, build
a fence around Beverly Hills,

lock me in my room.

(phone rings)

I'll get that.

If you think it's safe.

Oh, honey, you look terrific!

Yeah, well, I'd better--
I'm on my own tonight.

No Dylan?

Nope. I'm a totally
independent woman,

which is why I need
to borrow the car.

Oh. The keys are...

On the table by the door.
Thanks.

Who was it?

Jordan.

What's wrong?

He said some kids from Shaw,
a lot of kids from Shaw,

are already on their way
to the dance.

Well, that's because
you invited them, Brandon.

Yeah, but he said some of them
have been drinking.

The mood's not pretty, Bren.

This isn't good.

We better get over there.

DAVID:
♪ A-mickety, mike, mike,
check it ♪

♪ Yo, yo, here I am ♪

♪ Uh! A-mickety, mike, mike,
check it ♪

♪ Yo, I wanted, I wanted,
I wanted a mike check ♪

♪ I wanted a mike, I wanted,
I wanted a mike check ♪

♪ I'll bring the level up,
I wanted a mike check ♪

♪ Yeah, uh! ♪

♪ I wanted
a mike check, yo... ♪

I need some more
reverb here.

Oh, he sounds terrific!
Well, that comes
from knowing

you're part of
a professional
management team.

Yeah, I hooked him up
with a band, didn't I?

I thought David found them.
I was in the room
when he called.

Yeah.

He really is terrific.

♪ ♪

(song ends)

(Sue whooping)

(whooping)

(whooping)

(whoops, laughs)

That girl has got to go.

Yeah, she definitely
is user-friendly, huh?

Donna.

Where's Mr. Meyers?
He headed outside
for some coffee.

Well, when is he
coming back?

He didn't say.
Great.

Look, don't worry,
everything's under control.

I wish, Donna.
What's going on?

What is going on?
Guess who's coming
to dinner?

BRANDON:
I realize the dance hasn't
officially started yet,

but you can let him
in-- he's with me.
Well, who are you?

I'm the head of the
dance committee, and
they're both with me.

All right, go ahead.

Hi. I'm Brenda Walsh--
I'm Brandon's sister.

Jordan Bonner.
Hi. I'm Donna.

Hi, Donna.
How you doing?
Good.

BRANDON:
Oh, man, those guards--
should've known

we'd get stuck with
a bunch of bozos.

Well, maybe nobody'll show.

I don't see 'em
losing interest

on the way down here, Donna.

You might want to get
some metal detectors.

Metal detectors?
Mm-hmm.

DONNA:
Oh, wow.

Where's Mr. Meyers?

If these dudes crash,
I'm dead meat.

Just be glad you don't do
country and western.

(chuckles)
Oh, God.

Do me a favor, just get her
to back off, will ya?

David, just so we're
on the same wavelength,

people usually go into this
business to get babes.

Where's your
rock 'n' roll
attitude, man?

You're pond scum.
That's it.

That's the attitude.

Go for it, big guy.

Your band is hot.

Yeah, well, we want
to sound our best when
the riots break out.

(exhales)

Don't be nervous.

Here. I'm good at this.

Sue...

Just relax.

Sue, where's Donna?

Three's a crowd,
don't you think?

Look, it's a real ego
trip for you to be
here with me, okay?

But I just can't
get out of my mind

the fact that you're
Scott's little sister.

You may think
of me that way,

but that's not the way
you look at me.
Sue, it's a reflex.

Like when the doctor
hits your knee

and your foot jumps.

It doesn't mean anything.

It means something.
Sue.

(sighs):
Look, your brother was
my best friend, okay?

I mean, this is,
like, incestuous

or something.

You don't know what
you're missing, David.

MAN:
How many are coming?

It doesn't matter,
we'll be ready for them.

Hey, guys, I'm telling you this
so everything will stay cool,

not so that you'll
"be ready for them."

Yeah, that's why God
created security guards.

I just wish he'd
created more of them.

Gil!

Gil...

Hey, Brandon,
look who I found.
Hi.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Just about everything.

♪ Oh, my little one
I love you so... ♪
Hey, Nat.

What do you recommend
tonight, bud?

Try the corner table.

♪ I can't let you ♪

♪ Let you go ♪
Here, take this to her.

But a word to the wise--

♪ You are my heaven ♪
Don't compliment her
on her dress.

♪ And stars above ♪

♪ Believe me little one
I'm in love... ♪

Nat used to tell me that there
were very few problems

a mega-burger couldn't solve.

♪ My little one,
my little one... ♪

He didn't even have the courtesy
to call this time.

He had some woman who clamed
to be his secretary call

and leave a message
for me at Spago.

♪ ...this much is true ♪

♪ I want to spend my whole life
with you ♪
"Your father is very sorry,

but he'll make it up
to you next time."

♪ You are my heaven
and stars above... ♪

Some things just never change.

Last time this happened,
I called Cliff Burman

and we got high in his parents'
pool house for three days.

♪ Oh, my little one
I love you so ♪

My mom didn't even know I was
gone, she was so coked up.

♪ I can't let you
let you go ♪

Well, I hear Cliff's in town.

We could call him right now
if you want to.

♪ You are my heaven
and stars above ♪
What are you saying?

I'm saying that,
that was then,

♪ Believe me little one ♪
and some people
do change, Kelly.

♪ I'm in love
with my little one ♪

I was so messed up back then.

♪ My little one... ♪
You know, Steve was right.

Steve?

And what did Steve have
to say about me?

He said that a dance
without Kelly Taylor,

isn't really a dance at all.

It's just a bunch of
people in a big room

kind of waving their limbs
around to very loud music.

Very loud David
Silver music.

So, do you want to go
check it out?

Yeah.

♪ Oh my little one ♪
All right.

Dylan...

♪ I need you so ♪
I don't know whether
to laugh or cry.

♪ I can't let you
let you go ♪
Nobody does.

♪ You are my everything... ♪

Come on.

This feels like
the happening spot.

I don't know, Kell.

Something's not right.

Look, look, look, this dance is
for West Beverly students only.

Yo, man, I was personally
invited by Brandon Walsh, okay?

We gonna form a circle.
Circle, man.

Just turn around
and walk away.
You're laying hands on us, man.

BRANDON:
Gentlemen, excuse me.
A lady, please.

So what is this?
What's this?

Why are they gettin' in?

Because they go
to school here.

Oh, so it's like that, huh?
You out of here.
Hey, look.

Now see, I told you

we're invited, man.
That guy's from my school.

Hey, guys, let them in.

Are you in charge here?

No, are you?

Hey, I'm in charge here.

Let them in.

Your call.

That's right.
(laughing)

(all shouting)

Hey, one at a time!

(funk music playing)

Hey man, these guys
your friends?

I don't think so.

Look around you...

Nice guy.

Loc's cool, but some
of these other guys...

(music stops)

Hey, hey, hey,

guys, guys, come on,
give it a rest, would you?

David, let's get some
music happening.

(rhythm and blues playing)

Why isn't anybody dancing?

I think they're too
paralyzed by fear.

Well, I really wish somebody
would dance.

I just didn't see this coming.

No one could have, man.

Are you out of
your mind, Brandon?
Anybody could have.

We've positioned ourselves
around the floor.

Now, how do we turn up
the lights?

Hey pal, why don't you just
give it a rest, okay?

You're only making things worse.

Hey, that's enough, Brandon.

GUARD:
Brandon?

So you're the genius
who invited these guys.

(shouting)

(music stops)

David, just keep playing.

(music resumes)
Watch out, watch out,
watch out.

Break it up.

Get the Shaw kid out of here.

Hey, hey, hey,
they're both ours!
Let 'em go!

He goes to West Beverly.

Just messing around.

Like we always do.

Man, you guys been in
everybody's face

since we got here, man.

Yo, man, it's all right.
No man, it's not all right.

What you want?

Do you want to dance?

Come on, we have
the whole dance floor
to ourselves.

So Brandon of Beverly Hills,
you want to dance?

(chuckles)

No. Don't you know me
better than that, Chief?

Look, does this mean
I'm forgiven?

Maybe.

Maybe I just want
to torture you.

♪ I swiggity switch it
up, up, up ♪

♪ Because the problem of a
racist nation is gone and I'm ♪

♪ Going to sit right back
and relax ♪

♪ While brothers
kill each other... ♪

Hey, don't touch that, man.
You'll ruin the sound.

Trust me.

♪ And I'm not going to sit right
back and relax ♪

♪ While brothers
kill each other... ♪

♪ How one cannot respect another
makes me wonder ♪

♪ I use the force
just like a Jedi ♪

♪ Obi-Wan can't touch me ♪

♪ My lyrics along the lines
to make a positivity ♪

♪ No dissin' me because
of a position ♪

♪ Play my drums ♪

♪ Listen, they say follow
the money ♪

♪ But the money can't catch me ♪
Oh, yeah.

♪ I'll learn about... ♪
Oh, yeah.

♪ They tried to suck me in
and make me go crazy ♪

♪ Acting hazy I found myself
wishin' for lazy ♪

♪ Made the music
and so I was respected ♪

♪ Not neglected
so the money was collected ♪

♪ Loved my neighbor
'cause my neighbor loved me ♪

♪ A-jiggity,
jack-jack-jack ♪

♪ Mickity-mac, switch it up ♪
♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ I switch it up ♪
♪ We switch it up? ♪

♪ Yeah, I switch it up ♪
♪ Better switch it up ♪

♪ Like that switch it up, yo ♪
♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ I switch it up, come on ♪
♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Yeah, I switch it up ♪
♪ Better switch it up ♪

♪ I switch it up, up, up ♪

♪ Made the change ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪
♪ I switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪
♪ Yeah, I switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪
♪ I switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪
♪ I switch it up, up, up ♪

♪ Made the change ♪
♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪
♪ I switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪
♪ I switch it up ♪

♪ Come on ♪
♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪
♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up ♪

♪ Switch it up, yeah ♪

♪ Switch it up, come on... ♪

(pop ballad playing)

I told you I'd show up
for the last waltz.

(chuckles)

BRENDA:
Hey.

Oh, yeah.

Come here.

You were great.

You are great.

Listen, that thing
about Sue...

Donna, there is no
thing with Sue.

Bose Hinton and
Paul Browning--

my two friends
who got shot,

they would have liked
to have been here tonight.

They would have liked you,
Brandon Walsh.

You would have
pissed them off.

(laughing)

Walsh pisses everybody off.

So who are those
guys, anyway.

They're football players.

BRANDON:
Those are them, huh?

JORDAN:
Mm-hmm, undefeated, untied,
The Masters of the Universe.

Really?

'Cause you see,
I have this theory

that if you get a couple of guys
from one team,

a couple of guys
from another team together

at uh, I don't know, we'll
say a high school dance,

that sometime, somewhere,
like maybe 10:00 a.m. tomorrow,

a football game will be played.

I bet you they're looking
for referees right now.

There's no "off" on
your switch, is there, Walsh?

It'll be a great game.

Nobody could have
predicted this.

Jordan, my man,

anybody could have
predicted this.

♪ ♪