All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S03E25 - Senior Poll (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track4_[eng]

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GIRL:
I weighed 70 pounds
when my parents checked me in.

And the doctor said

that he would discharge me

when I got up to 85,

and I went nuts.

It's like 85 pounds?

You'll ruin me.

When you hit 85,
were you ruined?

I thought I was.

When I went home,
someone said

that I was
looking better,

and I stayed in my room
for three days.

What made you finally come out?

I had to get away
from my mother.

(scattered laughter)

I'm not kidding.

Kelly Taylor.

Would you like to tell us
something about yourself?

KELLY:
Mom, I am begging you.

Please don't make me
go back to that place.

The girls there are crazy.

They're not crazy.

Yes, they are.

One of the girls got so thin
that the doctors at the hospital

had to start force-feeding her
through a tube.

Then you know what she did?

She pinched off the tube
because she still wanted

to lose a couple of pounds.

Maybe we should try to
find you another group.

I don't want
to be in any group.

Come on, Kelly.

You're a beautiful girl,

but you have got to start
taking care of yourself.

Do you know how many models
I knew in New York

who ruined their health
and their careers

because of
not eating properly?

The last thing I want

is for you to end up
back in the hospital.

Me either.

I mean, if this was supposed
to be like Scared Straight

or something,
it's working, okay?

I even stopped on the way home
and got a mega burger.

It's even got mayonnaise.

This is serious, Kelly.

Are your friends giving
you a hard time

about being
in this group?

No. That's probably because
none of them

know I'm in therapy.

David knows.

Dylan doesn't.

Dylan is in AA.

If anybody would
understand, he would.

Yeah.
An eating disorder group.

That's very attractive.

Kelly.

Mom, I made a mistake.

I didn't follow directions.

I wasn't trying
to kill myself.

I am not like
those other girls.

Please?

Okay, if that's
what you want,

but only as long
as you keep eating.

I will. I am. See?

Mmm... so good.

(overlapping chatter)

All you seniors who
haven't cast your votes yet

for the senior poll,
you have until third period

to scar your fellow
classmates for life.

Ugh. Like this school needs
another popularity contest.

Don't worry, Bren,

I'm sure you're going to
win Done Most For Class.

Right.
I'm serious.

You organized
the Pigskin Prom,

the Christmas trip
to Alvarado Street,

the orientation program
for the Freshman Buddies.

Brandon, it doesn't matter.

If it's anything like last year,
all the winners

will have known each other
since, like, second grade.

I just can't believe
that you care.

You mean you don't think that,
let's say, ten years from now,

you'll get a kick looking back
at the final issue of The Blaze

and remembering that
your friends and your classmates

thought that you were one
of the best and the brightest?

Truthfully, Bren, I haven't
given it much thought.

You mean you haven't voted?

Well, yeah, I... I voted.

And you didn't vote
for yourself?

In any category?

I rest my case.

Hey, Steve.

Look at my books, man!

One of those subhumans
in detention

wrote graffiti all over them.

"Thumper"?

Maybe now I can finally
guilt-trip Mrs. Teasley

into admitting
I shouldn't be incarcerated

with any of those lunatics.

8:00 in the morning,

it's already turning
into a red-letter day.

Man... did you get my message
about Celeste?

Yeah, yeah. How come
she and her friend

don't want to go to
the Lakers game with us?

She said
she had other plans.

First time I asked her out
since our TV dream date,

and she passes...
not a good sign.

Well, to tell you the truth,
I'm feeling a little iffy

about going to
a basketball game myself.

Don't worry, Brandon.

I've got tickets
in the no-gambling section.

If you even think about betting,

the ushers come
and smack you around.

Good.

Think "dateage."

We need two live ones
Friday night,

and bring condoms
because I feel lucky.

(R&B tune playing
over PA system)

TEASLEY:
Right. No, I understand.

Yes. Believe me,
I don't want

your camp program
to fall apart either,

but my first responsibility
has to be to the students

of West Beverly High,

not Alvarado
Street Elementary.

Yeah. Maybe next year.

Uh... Mrs. Teasley?

(sighs)
Yes, Steven?

I couldn't help hearing what
you said about Alvarado Street.

Are they having some financial
difficulties or something?

To put it mildly.

Actually, our budget
is the one being cut back.

And, apparently, after 14 years,
there are not enough funds

to support a summer camp
on our campus anymore.

Oh, that's too bad.
You know, I had such a blast

playing Santa for those kids
last Christmas.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

Did you need something,
Steven?

I guess now is not
a good time, huh?

Sometimes your power of
observation is truly remarkable.

Guess who.

It has to be the
most beautiful girl
at West Beverly.

Oh, and, if that's
the way you feel,

how come you didn't
call me back last night?

Well, when I'm writing,
I lose all sense of time.

So you say.

What? You think I was playing
around behind your back, Kel?

I was kidding.

I know.
It's just that, well,

I've been grappling with some
pretty heavy things, you know?

I've been writing
about my dad and...

I know. How's it going?

I don't know.
I mean, I'm too close to it.

I just... I got to make
some last-minute revisions.

So you're almost done?

Almost.

When do I get to read it?

When it's finished,
just like everybody else.

I understand.

I knew you would.

Where are you going?

You're not gonna stick around
to hear the results

of the senior poll?
No.

You're going to
make me go through
this all by myself?

Kel, you're a big girl, okay?

I think you can handle it.

You are a coward!

Is this what I think it is?

Well, it's a rough draft.

I can't believe
you're done already.

It's only the first chapter.

It's mostly, um... well,
it's stuff about my father.

I'm sure it'll
require some editing

if you want to publish
part of it in The Blaze.

Probably.

Look, if you don't have time
to read it now...

Hey, I'll make time to read it.

Dylan, I'm honored that you're
letting me see this, really.

Thanks.

Hi, Kel.
Hey, Brandon.

Do you know when
they're going

to announce the results
of the senior poll?

Yeah. I think Donna
and David are going
to do it at lunch.

Why? You nervous?
A little.

I just don't want
to be remembered

as the girl who OD'd
on her 18th birthday.

Did I tell you it's good
to have you back?

Well, I never
really left,
but thanks.

STEVE:
Hey! Well, if it isn't
our Most Likely to Succeed

and our Most Beautiful.

Very funny.

Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em.

Well, you don't
have to humor me.

You haven't looked
in the mirror lately.

Hey, Brando, what's the deal
with the senior poll?

I really don't know
any more than you guys do.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, Brandon,
The Blaze runs
the senior poll.

That's right, Kelly.

The Blaze does
run the senior poll,

but the juniors
who work on the paper

keep the ballots
under lock and key

so that certain people
won't be tempted

to have their friends
stuff the ballots.

Hey, I resemble that remark.

Well, Brandon,
you are a definite

for Most Likely
to Succeed.

And Biggest Flirt
has your name
written all over it.

You think so?

I've seen it firsthand.

But if all else fails,
there's always Best Dressed.

Guys, I really think
you're blowing

this senior poll thing
way out of proportion.

I mean, it's not like the
Nobel Peace Prize or anything.

Gee, I didn't know they gave
a Nobel Prize for Biggest Flirt.

(chuckles)

DAVID:
And now, the award
for Most Athletic.

And the winner is

Tony Miller,

all-league linebacker
and heck of a guy.

And he will share
the honor with...

Well, well, we had
a successful

write-in campaign
for Olympic

gold medalist Kristi Yamaguchi.

Did I miss much?

Well, Brandon and Andrea won
for Most Likely to Succeed,

David got Most Talented, and
Donna won for Best Dressed.

What about Steve?

Don't even say a word.

Steve, it's meaningless.
Shh!

I didn't hear
you say that

when you won Most Likely
to Succeed, Bran.

Biggest Flirt will
be no surprise to
anyone in a skirt.

Well, at least there
is some justice
in this world.

It's Tim James.

And, for Flirtette,
Claudette Fletcher.

Hey, Steve, Steve,
it's a stupid poll, man.

Your life is not over.

No, your life
is not over, okay?

I can't even get a date
to the Laker game.

Okay, Done Most for the Class
is next.

And the winners are...

Adam Collins
and Leah Mulder.

Leah Mulder?

Well, she did convince
Fashion Emporium

to give a ten percent discount
to every dues-paying senior.

DONNA:
And, Leah, we all thank you
from the bottom of our closets.

Didn't you and Leah go to, like,
elementary school together?

Yeah. I've known her
since, like, second grade.

Okay, Most Handsome
is next.

And, first, I would
like to emphasize

that I personally voted
for my most talented boyfriend,

David, right here.

You're welcome.

But the winner
is Dylan McKay!

Where is Dylan?

Well, you know him.

Anything to avoid
a class activity.

And now, West Beverly's
choice for Most Beautiful.

And the winner is

the one and the only--

there she is--
Kelly Taylor.

Congratulations. Go.

There she is, our queen.

Without her king.

ANDREA:
You're a terrific writer.

Well, I'm glad you like it.

When should I send it off
to Doubleday?

Well, actually,
I have a few minor notes,

if you don't mind feedback.

Oh, absolutely. That's why
I gave it to you to read.

But, Zuckerman,
don't be too brutal.

Wouldn't think of it.

Oh, by the way,

congrats
on winning Most Handsome.

Yeah. Now my life
is complete, huh?

(doorbell rings)

Hey, Zuckerman, there's someone

at the door. I got to bail.

I'll call you though.
Bye.

Did somebody here
order takeout?

Anybody here
order takeout?

Nope. Sorry. You got
the wrong house.

You're in
a strange mood.

You always do that to me.

Oh, do I?
Mm-hmm. Ever
since kindergarten.

Remember? You gave me
half your cookie?

I cannot believe you
remember that stuff.

Oh, yeah. I remember
all kinds of things.

I've been flashing back
to my memories a lot lately.

You know, I did a pilgrimage
down to the old playground.

You should
do it sometime.

It gets you back
to your roots in a hurry.

Oh, yeah. That's
just what I need.

The prettiest girl
in Beverly Hills--

that's just what I need.

Dylan, they're
taking the pictures

for the senior poll tomorrow,

and they want us to dress
appropriate for the category.

So I was thinking
it would be really fun

if you wore, like, a tux,

and I wore a really
elegant evening gown.

How about you wear
whatever you want,

and I'll wear a bag
over my head?

Seriously.

I am serious.

Dylan...

Kelly...

It's bad enough you wouldn't
go to the quad with me

when they announced
the results,

but now to wear a bag over
your head in the picture?

What are you
trying to say?

That I think the senior poll
thing is a big joke.

I mean, that's it.
Over and out.

It has nothing to do with you.

Well, considering
I'm standing next
to you in the picture,

I think it has everything
to do with me.

You know, winning Most Beautiful

is not the most important
thing in my life either.

All right. I know.

Okay, let's just...
just forget I said anything

and I'll wear the
Fred Astaire suit--
top hat, tails--

and we'll have
a great time.

Don't do my any favors.

Come here.

You should have won
the Sexiest Best Lover.

Is that all I am to you?

Are you kidding?

You're a goddess.

Have I ever shown
you my favorite room?

Every chance you get.

Well, it's different
this time.

Is it?

Mm-mm-mm.

Better safe than sorry.

Yeah.

♪ Every now and then ♪

♪ The planets are aligned... ♪

♪ For a little while... ♪

Bren, you got the school
phone directory in here?

Yeah, it's on my desk.

Who are you calling?

Patty Crawford.

Why?

I promised Steve I'd try

to round up some dates
for us for Friday night.

But she's such a snob.

Well, she did win
Best Dancer.

Rub it in, why don't you?

(chuckles)
Come on, Bren,

would you rather have won
Most Naive like Donna?

Donna also won
Friendliest and Funniest Laugh.

Why is there a University of
Minnesota application in here?

I thought we decided we'd both
go to California University.

Brandon, I'm just
keeping my options open.

Just because you didn't win
anything in the senior poll.

Excuse me, but I filled
out that application

more than a week ago, okay?

Bren, you've been
in California so long

I think you may
be forgetting

what a Midwestern
winter is like.

And you've forgotten how many
friends we had back there.

Come on, Bren, when do
you think the last time

Darla Hansen even gave you
a passing thought?

Oh, about a half hour ago
when she and I were discussing

rooming together
in the same dorm.

Sounds like a lot more than just
keeping your options open.

Have you told Mom and Dad

you're thinking about
moving back there?

Not yet.

And I would appreciate
it if you'd let me

break it to them
my own way.

It says here
your application deadline...

Brandon, don't you have
a phone call to make?

I don't even like
Patty Crawford.

Patty, you really don't
have to explain.

It's okay.

I didn't realize there was
any bad blood

between you and Steve.

Yeah, sure,
maybe some other time.

(chuckles)

Yeah, bye now.

(sighs)

So much for
Most Likely To Succeed.

(door opens)

Hey, Dad.

How's it going?

(groans)

You look fantastic.

Thanks.

One scoop or two?

Make mine a double.

Tax time gets more
ridiculous every year.

What's your excuse?

Well, it's kind of
embarrassing.

Steve has some tickets to
the Laker game tomorrow night,

and we can't seem to find
anyone to go with us.

So, if you and Mom
aren't busy...

That's the nicest invitation
I've had all year.

What's the nicest invitation
you've had all year?

Your son just invited us
to the Laker game

with him and Steve
tomorrow night.

Hey, that sounds like
a lot of fun.

The problem is I've got
a million returns due

by the 15th.

Hey, if you guys
can't go, that's okay,

I totally understand.
No problem.

Jim, come on.

Oh, you're right.

The hell with it.
I haven't been to
a game all season.

It really means a lot to me
that you, uh,

you still want to spend a Friday
night with your old man.

CINDY:
Oh, and thank Steve for us.

I sure will.

(chuckles)

Well, if I didn't
talk to David,

I wouldn't know anything
that's going on with you.

Congratulations,
Most Beautiful.

I wanted to surprise you.

So I raided your closet.

Well, what do you think?

Perfect.

Yeah. I just feel like something
is a little off.

Well, if you're going to
wear a dress like that,

you've got to
upgrade those eyes.

Like mother,
like daughter.

Invisible eyelashes
and pale as a ghost.

That's better.

See, I do come in handy
every once in a while.

I could give you a few
tips, if you want.

No, I've got to go.

It's just a school picture.

Well, that is what I thought
about my high school picture,

until it got picked up

in a "Girls of Ohio" spread
in Esquire,

and the next thing I knew
I was modeling in New York.

Oh, I don't want
to be a model.

Of course not.

I wouldn't wish that
on anybody.

But there's nothing wrong
with looking like one,

is there?

Now, what do you think?

That's nice.

I used to love to
put your hair up

when you were little.

Yeah, maybe I should
wear it up then.

Well, it would
show off your neck.

Highlight your angle.

My angle?

Kelly, every woman needs to
know how to hold her head

so she looks her
absolute best.

For a model that is
the difference between

$10,000 a day
and nothing.

Don't worry.

We will make you
look unforgettable.

DAVID (over PA):
Attention senior poll winners,

last call for photos
in the quad.

Be there or be square.

(Steve laughing)

Ah, so is this how you
dress for success?

That's what they tell me.

You know, I think the Blaze
should've had a category

for Most Time Spent
in Detention.

Steve...
No, no, it's cool.
It's old news.

What I'd like to know is,

who's going to the game
with us tonight?

I kind of wanted to talk
to you about that.

Come here.

Oh, oh, don't even
tell me you struck out?

No, no, no, I
didn't strike out.

I somehow managed
to invite my parents.

You're kidding?

No, I'm not kidding,
it just slipped out.

Look, you don't
mind, do you?

Brandon, yeah,
I kind of do mind!

Look, you shouldn't have
put me in charge

of organizing your
social life, Steve.

Obviously.

How could you
do this to me?

Don't I have enough
trouble as it is?

Steve, I hate to
inform you of this,

but some jerk defacing
your school books

and not winning
the senior poll

are not exactly the major
issues of our time.

(sighs)

Listen, I...
No, it's okay.

We'll go to the game with
your folks on one condition--

you sit next
to your mother.

What's wrong with
my mother?

And I thought I was gonna
be able to sneak in by myself

and put on some mascara
before the photo session.

Oh, well,
take a number.

You think I look
too naive?

I think you look adorable.

And I loved your outfit
as Best Dressed.

It was great.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Well, I don't think
you need mascara.

You have great eyes.

You have great everything.

Only if I work at it.

Oh, yeah, Kelly Taylor
a total car chaser.

You have to admit
my eyelashes are invisible.

I'm as pale as a ghost.

I have no cheekbones,

and my nose is never
gonna be quite right.

Oh, will you can
the self-pity?

Like every girl
in this school

wouldn't trade places
with you in a second.

I'll trade.

Let them spend
their whole lives

trying to look unforgettable

just so they can never
be taken seriously.

You're being ridiculous.

Am I?

I just said that nobody
takes me seriously

and you didn't take me
seriously, did you?

Well, from what Dylan
has been writing,

I would say he takes you
very seriously.

You've read
Dylan's manuscript?

Mm-hmm.
Oh, it's terrific.

Thank you.

Uh, clowns, please.

I don't know, McKay.

I think you should have
won Best Dressed.

Come on, man, this is
Kelly's idea, all right?

She wanted to make
a fashion statement,

so this is my homage
to Fred Astaire.

Except he could dance.

You cannot...
Dylan.

Yeah, hey, good looking.

Now, is this what
you had in mind?
No.

Can I talk to you?

Hey, Dylan,
don't go too far away.

You're on deck.

What's the matter?

When do I get to read
your manuscript?

I told you,
when it's ready.

Why is it done enough
for Andrea to read?

Because she's my editor.

And she's the one that
got me into writing
in the first place.

Then why don't you
go to bed with her?

What are you...
what are you saying?

I'm saying that I really resent
being good enough to sleep with,

but not good enough
to show your writing to.

Okay, I will show it
to you, all right?

Not because
you value my opinion,

only because you want
me to shut up, right?

Hey, McKay, where are you going?

Hey, I'll be right back.

Kel, listen, I don't know
what's going on with you,

but I do value your opinion.

No, you value the way I look
and the way I dress

and the fact that
I have sex with you.

But you don't listen
to a thing I say.

I don't listen to you?

Who was I listening to
when I picked up

this ridiculous hat
and this stupid cane?!

I don't want to have
this picture taken anyway.

Fine, then we
won't take it.

I want to take it.

Well, then don't forget
to smile for the camera.

JACKIE:
Dylan called, honey.

Who cares?

(door slams)

So, I'm dying to know,
how'd the session go?

I didn't get the stupid picture
taken, okay?

After all that work
we went through?

You went through.

I just sat there,
hating every minute of it.

Then you should have
said something.

I couldn't, you were too
busy putting my hair up

and criticizing my makeup.

I did nothing
of the kind.

I said you looked perfect.
Yeah, but you
didn't mean it.

You never mean it.
Kelly?!

You know, when I was 12,
it was

"Of course you're pretty,
honey bun,

but let's see if Weight Watchers
can do the trick."

We're back to
that again, are we?
And when I turned 15,

you didn't get me a cake
like a normal mom,

you got me a nose job.
You begged me for it!

Only after you
told me I needed it.

That is absolutely not true.

From the time you were
old enough to read,

all you could talk about
was beauty and fashion.

That is because that's
all you ever talked about,

when you weren't passed out,
or out picking up one-nighters.

Okay, I'm a terrible human being
and I've ruined your life.

Is that what you
want to hear?
No, I don't want
to hear anything.

Well, that makes two of us.
Fine, then I will shut up.

But first I want to
thank you for teaching me

how to be shallow
and insincere.

Why are you trying
to hurt me?

Oh, God, I am so
sick of everything,

I could scream.
You are screaming.

Yeah, and it's about time.

Kelly, get back here.
Where are you going?

Brandon, hi.
How are you?

Fine. Late. Crazed.
How are you?

Okay, I know this is going
to sound a little weird,

but I need to borrow $50.

Not likely.
CINDY:
Brandon...!

Steve's here.

I'll be right down, Mom.

Brandon, can't you
help me out?

Brenda, all I have in
the world is ten dollars.

Thanks, but I need $50.

Why?

Minnesota requires
a $50 deposit

before they'll process
an out-of-state application.

So, why don't you just hit
Mom and Dad up for a check?

You haven't told them
you're applying there yet?

I just didn't want
to get into

a big family powwow
over this thing...

Well, eventually they're
going to find out, Bren.

When were you planning
on telling them?

After you'd already
been accepted?

I just haven't found
a good time to bring it up.

Well, now is definitely
not a good time, okay.

Because Dad is not
even home yet,

and we're already
late for the game.

The application has to be
postmarked before midnight.

You're killing me, Bren.

Do you think Steve
would lend me $50?

He just pulled in.

Good.

Sorry, I'm late.

I got waylaid at the office.

It's okay, honey. No rush.

Yeah, no rush, who wants to be
there for the opening tip-off?

Hey, hey, hey, I know
a great shortcut, okay?

Hey, Dad, let's go.

I'll be down in two seconds.

Fine.

You want to have a little
something to eat before we go?

Yeah. Your Mom made
fresh fruit cups.

No thanks, Mom.

I think we'll just get a
couple dogs at the game.

If we ever get
to the game.

He'll be down
in two seconds.

(knocking)

Dad?

Hi, honey.

Can I talk to you
for two seconds?

I'd like to apply to the
University of Minnesota.

JIM:
Cindy, can you please come
up here for two seconds?

I'll just be two seconds.

Two seconds,
two seconds,

what is two seconds,
Walsh-speak for an eternity?

Steve, it only takes
20 minutes to get to the Forum.

We've got plenty of
time to get there.
Man...

(car horns honking)

Come on, damn it!

Jim, relax.

Hell of a shortcut.

Shut up, will ya? We're in
a family crisis, okay?

I'm just so fed
up with her.

How could she spring this on us
at the last minute like this?

Are we that
unapproachable?

We're her parents,
for God's sake.

She's just keeping
her options open.

An option that's

2,000 miles
away from us.

Honey, don't take
it so personally.

All she heard growing up

was what a fabulous
school Minnesota was.

(car horn blaring)

Every
lousy driver

in Los Angeles is on
the road tonight.

Maybe we should go back.

JIM:
No, no, no.

We're almost there.

And besides, don't they have
a big show at half-time?

Uh, that's football,
Mrs. Walsh.

Oh.

You're definitely
sitting next to her.

Steve, great seats!

Oh, thanks a lot.

Oh man, the game's already
in the refrigerator.

BRANDON:
Yeah, and that's where
I'm going to put you

if you don't
chill out, okay?

Who sits where?

Why don't you just
sit there, Mom?

Steve likes to sit
on the aisle.

Well, don't you want to
sit next to your father?

No, no, that's okay. I'd much
rather sit next to you.

Excuse me, is
this your seat?

(laughing):
No. This is his seat.

This is my seat.

Okay.

Congratulations.

Before the game,

seat number GG 35 was
picked at random

to try to make a half-court
shot at half-time for $10,000.

(laughter, whooping)

Go for it, son!

But I'll need to see
your ticket stub first.

Yeah, sure.

There it is...

I'm sorry.
I need GG 35.

JIM:
We've got it.

BYSTANDER:
He's got the wrong ticket.

G... GG 35!
Buddy, buddy!

I've been waiting all
my life for this shot!

This way.
Go get 'em brother.

CHEERLEADERS:
Go... go... Lakers!

Hey.

(laughs)
Man, I'm glad
to see you.

Dude, are you psyched?

Psyched? I'm a little freaked
out, thank you very much.

Hey, Steve, you
got to relax, man.

I'm trying to relax.

I've never been any
good under pressure.

Oh, don't worry about it.
Nobody expect you to hit
a basket from half-court.

Are you kidding? These
people are brutal out here!

You make one air ball,
and they boo you.

Okay, you're up
in about four minutes.

Why don't we go out
and loosen up.

The worse part
of this whole thing

is seeing
Jack Nicholson going...

Come on Buddy,
you're not going to choke.

Listen, if I die
of embarrassment,

tell my mother I love her.

Come back with a check
for ten grand,

you can tell her
yourself, okay?

All right, go for it!

Ten grand!
Ten grand!

You think he'll hit
the backboard?

Eight-to-one he
throws up a brick.

I thought we'd quit gambling.

We did.

Brandon, wait a minute.

Did your sister tell you she
was applying to Minnesota?

Yeah, but she didn't
exactly confide in me.

Hmm. If she hadn't
needed a check,

I don't know when we would
have heard about it.

She just didn't want you to read
too much into it, that's all.

I know, but that doesn't
mean she has to shut us out.

You know, you and your sister
are going to be 18 this summer.

You're going to be making
a lot of decisions

that your mother and I might
not necessarily agree with,

but that doesn't mean we're
going to turn on you.

Let's go watch Steve.

Uh, Dad...

I don't quite know how
to tell you this...

but, uh, the whole sports
betting thing...

I really didn't quit
when I was ahead.

I actually got into a little
trouble with a bookie.

A little trouble?

Actually, it was
a lot of trouble.

Nat had to bail me out.

(sighs)

Great, you can't
talk to me either?

No, I can. I just...

I just didn't want you
to know I was screwing up.

Brandon, no matter
how bad you screw up,

you're still my only son,

and don't you ever forget that,

or I'll have to whip your butt
in a game of one-on-one.

Okay, I'm sorry.

We'll talk about it later.

Right now, we'd better
not miss Steve's shot.

He'd never forgive
either of us.

(over speaker)
Good evening ladies and
gentlemen, this is Chick Hearn,

and it's time now
for our half-court shot.

This evening, we have
Steve Sanders at mid court,

and if Steve can make this shot,

he'll walk away with a suitcase
full of money-- $10,000.

Yay, Steve!

Yes! Go for it!

Go for it!

Oh great, Dyan Cannon.
Come on...

(ball dribbles)

SPECTATOR:
Air ball!

Yahoo!

HEARN:
What a shot!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Steve Sanders

has just won $10,000!

Steve, when you decide to turn
pro, you let us know.

Yes! Go!

I can't believe it!

DAVID:
I mean, I've lived with Kelly

for awhile now,
and she can get moody,

but I've never heard
her get that upset.

I mean, Jackie hasn't
come out of her room
since Kelly took off.

I feel bad for Jackie,

'cause it's not her that
Kelly's mad at, it's me.

But she's definitely
down on Jackie, too.

She had a few things
on her mind lately.

Well, it's nice to feel

like you can take care
of everything yourself,

but I still feel Kelly
was better off

staying in that
eating disorder group.

What group?

She didn't tell you about it?

No, she didn't.

(sighs)

I didn't know it was a secret.

Neither did I, David.

Listen man, I thought
about going after her,

but I felt that if

I were that worked up,
I'd just want to
be left alone.

My guess is she went
down to the beach.

No, I don't think
that's where she went.

Hmm. The old playground.

I knew you'd be here.

I used to push you
on this same swing.

So you could look
up my dress.

That wasn't me.

Kel, I remember the time
you jumped off this thing.

You skinned your knee,
but you didn't want
anyone to see you cry,

so you just stood there
bleeding, trying to smile.

It's not that easy
anymore, Dylan.

So why don't you just do me and
everybody else a big favor

and go back to Brenda?

Is that really
what you want?

It doesn't matter
what I really want.

I'm just a stupid
blonde bitch

who's not really worth it.
I disagree.

Then why don't you
talk to my father,

who never bothers
to call me anymore.

Or my mom, who probably
hates me right now.

(laughs)
Or all the guys

I put out for in the tenth grade
and never heard from again.

Kelly...
Or why don't you
talk to Brenda

and find out how it really feels

to have somebody you trust
go behind your back

and steal your boyfriend
from you.

That's not how it happened.

That's not even close, Kel.

That's part of what
I've been writing about.

(laughing):
Yes.

Thank you for reminding me
about that.

Kelly, do you have any idea

how difficult it is for me
to share that with anybody?

You're not the only one
who wants to end up

as more than just Best
Looking in the stupid poll.

You are already so much more
than that, and you know it.

How do I know it?

Who ever tells me that I'm smart
or even worth knowing?

We are

two little kids
who had to walk home

from school by ourselves,

because our parents
forgot to pick us up.

I guess we're both basket cases.

No...

we're soul mates.

I-If you hadn't called me
that day at the marina,

I would've fried in that car.

And I miss Jack--
I miss him...

I miss him more than
I can tell you, but I'm not...

I'm not unhappy to be alive.

And most of my life,
I couldn't say that.

I care what you think.

I don't care that you're in
an eating disorder group, Kel.

If you said that you never
wanted to sleep with me again,

I could live with that.

That morning when
I called you on the boat...

(sighs)
all I really wanted to do
was hear your voice.

Do you still want to?

Yes.

Hi, honey.

Hi. Who won?

Steve did.
(laughs)

He won $10,000 for sinking
a basket at halftime.

$10,000? You're kidding.

The rich get richer.
Where is he?

Oh, he and Brandon went down
to the Peach Pit to celebrate.

Why don't you go
down and join them?

No, I think I'll just
stay here and read.

Listen, honey...

we know this has been
a rough time for you,

and... I mean, the last
thing we want to do is
to make it any rougher.

And obviously,
you didn't feel comfortable

talking to us about it, and...

frankly, we feel
a little left out.

Look, I'm sorry,
but it's really no big deal.

I just feel more and more
like my real friends

are back in Minnesota.
Well, you have real
friends here, too.

Mom, I know, but it's different.

Back there, people
liked me for who I was,

not what I looked like.

I don't know, somehow
it's not the same.

Are you sorry we moved here?

No. I'm just
beginning to realize

that maybe I'm more Minnesota
than Beverly Hills.

(laughs)
Well, I think we all
feel that way sometimes.

And as far as college goes, I...
I think your mom and I agree

that... well,
it's probably smart that

you keep your
options open.

Well, while you guys were
at the game, I mailed in

my application.
Good for you.

And whether it's California or
Minnesota, we think either state

would be lucky
to have you.

(door opens)

So, do I still have a mom?

Oh, baby.

Of course,

of course.

(crying):
Not that I've been
much good to you.

Kelly...

I'm so sorry for everything
I've put you through.

Mom, it's not like
everything was bad.

I... I just...

wish I could
turn back the clock.

You were the one
good thing in my life,

and like a selfish idiot,

I just kept
getting high and...

running around and...

doing anything
but being a loving mom.

Well, you did the
best you could.

When I see you
beating yourself up...

I feel like
it's all my fault.

It can't be
all your fault--

it's my life.

And I keep promising
things are gonna be different,

and here we are,

me on my umpteenth
divorce and...

you passing out
from diet pills.

I was thinking,

maybe I should go back to
that eating disorder group.

Maybe I could go with you.

Or maybe we could find
somebody to talk to about...

all the stuff we should've
dealt with years ago.

I'd like to do
that with you.

I think it'd
be good for me.

Me, too, honey.

(laughs softly)

Oh...

STEVE:
The basket looked

this big.

What was it, uh, 70 feet?

170 feet, I
thought he said.

I heard 70 miles.
You guys,
just think about it.

What are the odds of anyone
making a shot like that?

Mm, about the same as the odds

of Celeste picking you over me
on that game show.

Or the odds of Mrs. Teasley
writing you a glowing letter

of recommendation to the
California University.

Or the odds of Hell
freezing over.
(Steve laughs)

You guys are all
missing the point.

You see... it was my seat,

it was my ticket stub,
it was my half-court shot, okay?

All this on a night that

I thought would be
the biggest loser of all time.

No offense.

None taken.

You see,
if I can make the shot,

then it's got to be a sign,
like a new day or something.

Like "Today is the first day
of the rest of your life"?

Yeah.
And what are you gonna do for
the rest of your life, Steve?

Well, one thing is for sure--
with these ten G's

burning a hole in my pocket,

I sure as hell ain't gonna
be slinging burgers this year.

Like you
would've anyway.

Unlike myself.
BRANDON:
Wait a minute,
Andrea, I thought

you were gonna be running
that summer camp

for the kids from
Alvarado Street.
Yep, so did I,

but Mrs. Teasley
informed me

that the school district
has pulled the plug.

You're kidding.
Mm-mm.

Tightening the belt.
Mm, that's too bad.

Those little kids
made my year

when I was playing Santa Claus
for 'em last Christmas.

That's 'cause they got him
out of detention.

So that was the angle.

What angle?

I did not do it for that.

Relax, Steve-- it is
just a part of your charm.

It's your basic karma, man.

(forced chuckle)
All I could say is,

ten years from now,
when you all have forgotten

what you won
in the Senior Poll...
You will have forgotten

what you blew
the ten G's on.

Don't be so sure about that.

So what are you gonna
do with the money?

I'm gonna spend it
all in one place.

(laughs)

(bell ringing)

It was the strangest thing--
a messenger dropped off

a certified check for $10,000,

payable to the Alvarado
Street Summer Camp.

I can't believe it!

(laughs)
So, Counselor,
you're back in business.

Oh, Mrs. Teasley, I
mean, this is amazing.

Who is it from?
That's the strange part.

The donor wished
to remain anonymous.

You know, you hear
about stuff like this--
a pure, unselfish gift.

Aren't you dying
to know who did it?

Someone with $10,000.

I guess Santa Claus came
early this year, huh?
(laughs)

(stops laughing)

Nah.
Nah.

Your photographer awaits.

Let's do it.
You sure? 'Cause
we don't have to.

Zuckerman says we could
eliminate the whole category,

and the world would be
a better place for it.

No, I want to.

No tuxedos,
though, just us.
Okay.

Um, Kelly,

there's something
I want you to read.

You don't have to.

I know. I want to, though.

It's a, uh, first draft;
it's not finished.

Well, I'll try not
to be too critical.

"Dedicated to Kelly Taylor."

So far I like it a lot.

STEVE:
The usher calls my seat.

Instantly, I
was transformed

into a seven-foot-two
basketball player.

I walk down
on that court,

masquerading around in
my own little aura energy.

There was the basket,
no bigger than a pinhead.

Brenda, you haven't
heard this.

Yes, I did, Steve,
and congratulations.

No, he means you
haven't heard the
Sanders play-by-play.

It's interminable.

(sighs)
Do you have a second?
No!

Brenda is my friend, and I will
not let you bore her to death.

Donna, actually,
I'd like to hear it.

Okay.

Thank you. There I was,
I walked out on the court,

the picture of calmness--
I was cool, I was mellow.

It was a Zen thing.
I had the ball in my hand.

I wanted to breathe
through my eyes...

DYLAN:
Even before he noticed her,
he noticed her boat,

a sleek two-footer
she had been given

for her fifth birthday
a few days before.

She was sailing it, upside down

in a large pool that had formed
during a winter rain.

The rain, again.

In a marina this time.

The boats, like the girl,
had grown.

Beautiful, inspirational.

After the explosion
that killed his father,

she was the only beauty,
the only inspiration,

left in his life.

Dylan, did you mean
what you said yesterday?

We said a lot
of things, Kel.

The part about how if we
never slept together again

you could live with that?

Are you sure I said that?

I mean, it just doesn't
sound like me.

BOY:
All righty.

Here we go. Smile.

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