All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S04E19 - The Labors of Love (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track4_[eng]

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You sure
about all of this?

You haven't even
told your parents.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I mean, I'm not the first
person in the world

this has ever
happened to, you know.

Kelly, how did I
wind up here?

Wasn't I the one who
was supposed to do
things by the book?

The pragmatist, The person
least likely to mess up.

You're human Andrea,
just like everybody else.

You'll get through this.

I'm with you all the way.

I know you are, thanks.

Andrea?

Andrea?

Do you want me
to go in with you?

Yeah, yeah,
that would be great.

I see you're a student.

Yes. Uh, California
University.

You're early enough
into your pregnancy

to consider a variety
of options.

I've already considered
my options,

over and over again.

Nonetheless, by state law,

you will need to sign
this consent form,

confirming that you are aware

of all your alternatives.

I know my alternatives:

adoption, marriage,
single parenthood.

I'm not interested.

I know what I want, and I would
like to have an abortion,

and I'd like to have it today.

That's not possible.

Why?

I mean, I know the law.

There is no waiting period
here in California.

I... I don't need
parental consent.

I don't see what
the problem is.

The problem is, and I wish
that this weren't so,

but you are not the only woman
in this city

with an unwanted pregnancy.

I'm sorry.

I understand the stress
you're going through.

Does the father know?

He knows I'm pregnant.

I hate hospitals.
Yeah, me, too.

Then why don't
you go home.

The doc said the operation's
gonna take six hours.

You can't sit around
here all day.

Actually, I was
thinking about pacing.

Gee, Brandon, I figured you'd
be in the operating room there

looking over the
surgeon's shoulder.

That way you could
give him some pointers.
That's real funny.

Why don't you take that
show on the road?

Hey, Nat.

How you doin', buddy?

Okay. They shaved my chest

and made it as smooth
as a baby's bottom,

and they gave me something

to make me woozy.

That's good.
I mean, you should relax.

Oh, you be quiet.

I'm talking to my boys.

Listen, you guys--
thanks for everything.

You're the best customers
I ever had.

And you're the best pals

I ever had.

You're gonna be fine, bro.

Mm-hmm.

Just say a prayer.

We will.

Okay.

(pop music blaring)

David, will you turn
that thing off!

I can't believe he's sleeping
through this!

David!

What? What's going on?

KELLY:
Get up. You're
supposed to be

working at the
Peach Pit, remember?

They can live without me.

No, they can't.
Come on, David, get up.

What time is it anyway?
It's late.

How long have you
been sleeping?

Here, put these on.

Will you get his shirt?

What's this?

DONNA:
What?

David...?

What is it?

I don't know. Cocaine?

David, you're still
doing drugs?

Look, it's not
mine, all right.

I was just holding it
for somebody else.

And for your information,
no, it's not coke.

I don't care what it is.

Now, you're a drug addict
and a liar.

Yeah, well, you know what,
you have no business

going through my drawers
in the first place.

Why don't you guys just
get out of here.

Oh, right, look who has all
the principles all of a sudden.

David, I... I'm sorry.

Donna, what are you
apologizing to him for?

Shut up, Kelly!

No, I'm not going to.

You know what? I have been
through this too many times.

If this is how
you're gonna live your life,

then I'm moving out--
we are moving out.

Kelly...

Fine! Move out.

I'm sick of living here

with you two high priestesses
of sobriety, anyway.

Oh, God, here
we go again.

No, just start packing.

But Kelly...!

Donna, we are getting
out of here.

(doorbell rings)
Andrea!

Sorry.
Are you okay?

I was on my
way to class.

Yeah, I, I was hoping
that we could talk.

Uh, yeah, yeah,
sure, come on in.

What's wrong?

Nothing... just, um...
I'm pregnant, remember?

Hey...

Don't worry, we've got nine
months to figure everything out.

No, we don't.

I've, uh...

I've decided
to have the abortion.

Wait...

What, you decided this
without telling me?

It's my decision to make.
Well, it's my
decision, too.

That baby's a part
of you and me.

We talked about this
all last week.

No, you talked about it.
No!

We decided.

I'm going to take the clerkship,
in San Francisco this summer,

and you'll come with me,
we'll get married,

we'll have the baby,

then move back here
and finish school.

You've worked it all out,
haven't you?

Well, you agreed!

Well, I'm sorry,
I changed my mind.

Jesse, I'm not even
20 years old.

I can't do this!
You can't do this!

It would ruin
our lives.

It was just
a mistake, okay?

It was a terrible mistake.

It's not a mistake,
it's a baby.

And we may not have planned it,
but it's not a mistake.

I'm sorry;
I don't feel that way.

Andrea...

if you go through
with this abortion,

don't come back here.

I was afraid you'd
say that and, um...

if that's what you
want, I understand.

(on phone):
Hi, it's Dylan.
It's his machine.

I'm not here right now-- leave
a number, I'll call you back.

Dylan, hi, it's me.

Uh, look, do me a favor and
leave a key under the mat.

I'm going to have to stay
at your house tonight.

For a while, actually.
Hope that's okay.

Love you. Bye.

Oh great, you get
to stay with Dylan,

I have to stay at one of
the most crowded sorority
houses on campus.

Donna, it's not forever.
You'll survive.

DONNA:
Kelly, I just don't
understand

how deserting David
is gonna help him.

We're not deserting him.

You gotta get that
through your head.

Tough love.
Right, and it works.

Believe me, I have
firsthand experience.

Yeah, but your mother
went into a hospital,
into a program.

We're leaving David
by himself, and it
could get worse.

Donna, we have been there to
catch David all semester long.

We've been waking him up,

reminding him to study,
picking up his clothes,

buying his food--
I'm sick of it.

Believe me, he's not
gonna clean up his act

until he thinks he's
got something to lose.

Well, what about the rent?
It's due in a couple days.

That's David's
responsibility now.

That's not fair.

Yeah, and bringing drugs
into the house is fair?

Come on, we have
to get to class.

Well, I'd uh, get started,
but according to my roster here,

um... we're still waiting for
a few more students.

Yeah, a couple of
my friends are coming.

You made quite an impression on
us at Take Back the Night Week.

Oh, good.
I'm glad.

And what's your name?

Brenda. Brenda Walsh.

I think you know
my brother Brandon.

He was in your husband's
sociology class.

My ex-husband.

I didn't realize.

A recent development.

Sorry we're late.

LUCINDA:
We were just
getting started.

Hi.
Okay, I'm Lucinda Nicholson

and this seminar is called

"Feminist Perspectives in
Cultural Anthropology."

We'll be meeting here
three times a week...
Is Andrea coming?

Uh, no,
she can't make it.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

LUCINDA:
I'm more interested in dialogue
than I am in grades...

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Sydney Rosen, ER One-- stat.

Dr. Sydney Rosen,
ER One-- stat.

Brandon.

Hi.
Hi.

I stopped by the
cafeteria.

I thought you might
be hungry.

Thanks.

Any news yet?

No. He's still in there.

Oh, I forgot
to tell you:

Lucinda Nicholson
says hello.

Where'd you run
into Lucinda?

I didn't run into her;
I'm taking her seminar.

Uh, Donna, Andrea and
Kelly are in it, too.

Really?
Yeah.

Well, what exactly is
she teaching all of you?

Power of feminism-- an
anthropological perspective.

Well, yeah, that sounds
radical enough for her.

Did you know she split up
with Professor Randall?

They split up?

Yeah, they're
getting a divorce.

It sounds
pretty brutal.

Wait a minute--
if you just met her,

how come she told you
all this?

Well, it's a small seminar
on feminist politics.

I mean, it gets
pretty personal.

Actually, she's a pretty
fascinating woman.

Yeah, you can
say that again.

You know, Silver is not stupid.
I don't know what he's thinking.

I don't know, either.

I thought for sure
when he lost Erin,

it would've shaken him
up enough to quit,

but here we are
two weeks later,

waiting for him to find
another low in his life.

Well, I'll tell you what,

we can unpack the rest
of that stuff tomorrow,

but I am beat.

I've been driving
back and forth

from the hospital
to the Pit all day.

I'm sorry to dump
all this on you.

It's all right.

You can stay as long
as you like.

Thanks.

You know, when
I was little,

I remember whenever

I'd stay home
from school sick,

and the housekeeper would
make me tomato soup with cream

and she would let me
watch TV all day:

Reruns of Bewitched
were my favorite.

Yeah.

I'd pretend I was Samantha
and I would wiggle my nose

and everybody's problems
would just disappear.

Wiggle your nose for me.

It's a sweet nose,
it's a cute nose.

I don't think it has
any magical powers, though.

(knocking on door)

(annoyed):
Yeah...

Donna...
Hi.

I'm sorry to barge
in like this.

I didn't have anywhere
else to go.

I thought I could stay
at the Alpha House,

but they didn't
have any room.

Well, Donna,
luckily for you,

there happens to be a vacancy
at the Hotel McKay.

Thanks, Dylan.

Yeah.

You know,

I could just go back
to the apartment.

No, Donna,

you stay here.

Maybe David was
telling the truth.

Maybe he was just holding
the stuff for his friend.

DYLAN:
Oh, come on, Don,

you don't really
believe that, do you?

I don't know.

What's wrong with him?

It sounds to me
like he's got a drug problem.

How can you say that?

He just started doing this.

KELLY:
Donna, he did not just
start doing this.

He's been doing it
for over a month.

You and I both know that he
doesn't have any plans to stop.

I love him.

DYLAN:
Of course
you love him.

We all love him, Don,

but reality is reality.

David's a drug addict.

(rock music blaring)

(knocking)

Howard, my man.

What's shakin'?

Aren't you a little early,
Silver?

Yeah, well, my roommates were
getting on my case,

so I thought
I'd just hang out here,

you know, maybe get a little
taste of something.

A little taste of something?

Come on, man. I'm fine.

Look, it just helps me through

that dungeon of a shift
you gave me.

You know, David,

I thought you had
a drug problem.

Now I realize
you don't have a drug problem.

You just have a problem
getting drugs.

(chuckles)

♪ Hook me up
with what you got... ♪

You're toasted right now,
aren't you?

Yeah, well, I got
a little buzz going.

David, pick up
whatever stuff

you have left
in the booth

and clean out your locker.

You're finished here.

You're firing me?

That's right.

For doing what everybody else
around here is doing?

You're such a hypocrite.

Okay... I use the stuff
sometimes, too.

So what?
I'm not perfect.

But look at you, man,
you're hooked.

You're no good to anyone.

All right, fine, whatever.

This place sucks anyway.

You know what? You're never
going to find anyone as talented

as I am to stay up
all night.

Ooh, well, I'm just gonna have
to take my chances on that.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Won't you take me to the place
I really...? ♪

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Corsi, dial 1-1.

Dr. Corsi, dial 1-1.

I warned you about burning
the candle at both ends,

and you wouldn't listen.

Now look at you!

CINDY:
Jim,

I don't think he can hear you.

Talk to us,
Brandon, please.

I'm sorry, folks,
visiting hours are over.

I'm going to have
to ask you to leave.

We'll be back tomorrow,
sweetheart.

We love you, son.

Wake up, Brandon.

It's time
for your massage.

I thought they'd never leave.

You seem
a lot stronger today.

It must be your treatments.

You know, I always knew
you were a healer.

I'm here
to heal you.

Brandon... Yo, Brandon!

Brandon.

Hey, Nat made it through surgery
with no complications.

He's in recovery.

Oh, thank God.

He's got about
a million tubes

running in
and out of him,

and he sure
ain't saying much,

but he's all right.

Now you, you go on home
and get some sleep.

You look like
you could use it. Go on.

Yeah, thanks, Joey.

You're welcome.

(groans)

You're on your own tonight,
honey.

My first paper's due
tomorrow

and I don't have time
to cook dinner.

I'll cook.

(chuckles)
I was afraid
you'd say that.

There's a lasagna
in the freezer.

BRANDON:
Just talked
to the hospital.

Nat's already sitting up in bed
and pinching the nurses.

Oh, I'm so glad
to hear that.

Yeah, maybe life can return
to normal around here.

I think this
is the first morning

since Nat got sick
we've seen you at breakfast.

Yeah.

Suzanne opened up today
so I could sleep in

and make it to my task force
meeting this morning.

I don't believe it.
You mean

you're actually
going to school today?

This is a red letter day.

Well, just so
you know, Dad,

I will be going back
to the Pit this afternoon.

I'm sure you will.

How can it function
without you?

You know,
I really don't appreciate that.

I made a commitment here, Dad,

and I'm gonna stick this out
until Nat gets back on his feet.

Brandon, what if that
never happens?

Have you
considered that?

Of course I have.

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

Good-bye, Mom.

Bye, honey.

Could I have
some more coffee?

Uh, me, too.

Hey, take it easy.

The two of you are
gonna eat up all the profits.

Profits?

(chuckles):
Come on.

This place doesn't make
any profits.

Well, tell me, Joey,

if your cousin isn't making
any money,

why does he stay in business?

Uh, what can I tell ya, huh?

He's a sentimental nut, okay?

And I'm even crazier

because I own 50%
of the joint.

So, uh, how many
of your friends
you got

coming in
to work today?

Well, Brenda and Kelly
will be here later,

and I know Brandon'll
be here.

Brandon-- geez, that kid
is busting his hump.

Listen, Dylan,

um, maybe I shouldn't be
sticking my nose in here,

but you guys can't run the Pit,

not between classes
and sorority meetings and dates.

This is a business.

She's right.

Look, I know
you kids mean well.

And like Brandon says,

I'm sure it helped Nat make it
through the surgery

knowing the Pit'd be here
when he woke up,

but even after he recovers,

this place is in
critical condition.

Nothing a little money
wouldn't fix.

All I know is I've had

my cash in this place
for two years now

and I've never seen a dime.

No, it's time
for this paisan to bail.

So what're you saying?

You thinking
of selling out?

Yeah, but you gotta have
a buyer

before you can sell,
you know?

Brandon.

Hey, Dean Trimble.

I was just on my way
to the meeting.

Then we can walk
together;

give us a
chance to talk.

Great.
You know, Brandon,

the task force hasn't been
the same without you.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

A good friend of mine
was in the hospital.

I know;
I got your message.

And I hope
everything's okay

because if you can't fulfill
the commitment...

Oh, no, no, no, no!
I'll be at every meeting
from now on.

It was just...
it was a tough week.

(sighs):
Oh! Good.

'Cause you
got good ideas

and some really
good energy, Brandon.

And frankly,
when you're not
in the mix,

we miss you.

Well, thanks.

Ms. Nicholson!

Good morning.

Hello, Dean. How are you?

Fine.
Have you met Brandon Walsh?

He's one of our students
on the Educational

Task Force.

Lucinda Nicholson.

Brandon Walsh.

Nice to meet you.

You, too.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm late for class.

Absolutely.

A very promising young
anthropologist.

You should talk with her
sometime, Brandon.

She's got some
very firm ideas

on the position of women
in academia.

Yeah, I'll remember that.

Good morning.
How's everybody doing?

Okay, let's get started
right away.

Most stories about the American
West were written by men

and tell men's stories:
John Muir, Buffalo Bill,

even Wyatt Earp.

This is how women
told their stories.

On quilts?

Why didn't they just
write it in diaries.

That was considered
a waste of time.

This way,
they could tell a story

and keep warm at the same time.

Have any of you ever worked
on a quilt?

My grandmother
used to make

the most incredible quilts.

She was, uh, she was trying
to teach me, but I, um...

Andrea, are you all right?

No...

Was it something I said?

Andrea?

(toilet flushes)

Andrea, are you okay?

Oh, whoever said pregnancy
was a blessed event

never had morning sickness.

Eat soda crackers.

Jackie swore by
them with Erin.

This will be over
soon enough.

(groans)

Okay, I'm gonna
get a towel.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, all the year-end
summaries are in,

so the sooner we wrap this up,
the sooner we can file.

Yeah, how about Tuesday,
9:00 a.m.?

That's fine. All right,
I'll see you then.

Well, Mr. McKay.

You actually made
an appointment this time.

What's the occasion?

I want to buy
the Peach Pit.

You what?

Not all
of it, actually.

I mean, I talked to
Nat's cousin, Joey;

he said he'd sell me
his half for, uh, $75,000.

He did.

Mm-hmm.

And you want to buy it?

That's what I just said.

Why on earth would you want
to do something like that?

I like the food.

This is not a good reason
to buy a restaurant.

Look, Jim, I figure

the Peach Pit needs some
cash, some good management.

Between me and
Suzanne, we got

both those
ends covered.

Suzanne?

She's got a lot
of experience.

She's a waitress, Dylan.

Look, I've been
handling Nat's books

for about two
years now.

That restaurant
has never made a dime.

Ever lost one?

No. But things are different.

Nat's in the hospital;

things are up in the air.

I just want to help it
get back down to earth.

Look, I have to advise you,

this is a terrible
investment.

You don't know anything
about running a restaurant.

You'll lose your shirt.

So what? I got
a lot of shirts.

I got a closet
full of shirts.

No one should know
that better than you.

I can afford
another shirt.

Dylan, that's not the point.

Exactly what am I worth now?

What is it with you kids
and this diner?

Like I said,
we like the food,

and this way,
Brandon doesn't have

to save the world
all by himself.

Well...

I can't talk you
out of this, can I?

No. So you'll
handle it, right?

I don't have to, uh, threaten
to fire you again, do I?

(clearing throat)

Andy, it's me.
David Silver.

(rock music playing)

Looks like I'm right on time.

You're getting to be one
of my best customers, Silver.

Listen, uh...

can you do me a gram?

I can handle the weight...

if you got the loot.

Yeah, well, listen,
I was wondering

if, today, I could write
you a check for it.

Check?

Well, you know,
it's like the sign

in my old man's store says:

"I trust in God.

Everyone else
pays cash."

Yeah, I understand.

Um...

Well, how about fronting me?
I'm good for it.

Man, you're a good customer,
but you know something?

You're also a new one.

Come back when you
can pay the freight.

The door's that way.

I'll be back.

Yeah. I'm sure you will.

His vital signs are stable.

Okay. 60 milligrams, I.M.

PRN? Okay.

(laughing)

I didn't expect to see
a party going on in here.

You're looking
good, Nat.

Thanks Brando. Flowers!

I'm sorry, flowers
aren't allowed

in the coronary care unit.

Oh, sure.

NAT:
But thanks

for the thought anyway.

JOEY:
That's okay.

Nat doesn't need

any flowers anyway. He's got

great news instead.

What's up?

Hey, Dylan.
You tell him, huh?

Come on, you're
the hero of the day, pal.

Not right now, Joey.
Come on.

Will you tell him
the good news?

Somebody better tell me.

I bought out Joey.

So... Nat and I are
partners in the Pit.

NAT:
Good news, huh?

Never, in a million years,
would I ever guess

that a kid that grew up
eating in my joint

would wind up being my partner.

Yeah, that's great, guys.

It, it's really great.

Well, you know, it just
went down this afternoon,

or I'd have told you sooner.

Sure, no, listen--

hey, congratulations
to both of you.

I... I think
that's great. Really.

Cheers.

Watch for it.

Dylan, this
is so cool.

I cannot believe you're a
part owner of the Peach Pit.

Well, for better or for
worse, it's a done deal.

It's definitely
for the better.

Congratulations.

Great place,
great location.

Great customers,
I might add.

Hey, don't think just
'cause you know the boss,

you're gonna get
any special favors,

all right?
All right.

And if Kelly's
craving a megaburger

at 2:30 in the morning, you're
not gonna come down here

and cook it for her?
Well, Steve,

this may come
as a shock to you,

but when Kelly's with me,
she doesn't crave anything.

No comment.

SUZANNE:
I gotta start the
inventory tonight.

We're gonna have to
start hiring, too.
I'll leave

the nuts and bolts
of it to you.

Yeah, you and Nat
can just sit back

and watch
the money roll in.

Much money.

(Kelly laughs)

Hi, David.

Hi.

Look, I don't mean
to interrupt

the party, but since you're
talking about money,

what about your rent?

What about it?

You're just planning on
sticking me with your share?

KELLY:
We don't live
there anymore.

It's your problem now.

DAVID:
Oh, that's
real mature.

What about you, Donna?

You going to shaft me, too?

Yes, she is.

It's for your own good, David.

STEVE:
Excuse me.

What's this I hear?

Am I sensing a little hostility?

Yeah, sure it's for my own good.

Hey, what's up
with him?

He's doing drugs.

No way.
Mm-hmm.

Kel, do you have
to tell everyone?

Yes, I do.

I've told Mel.
I've called Jackie.

Donna, I'm not
covering for him anymore.

♪ When you're with me,
I feel fine... ♪

David! David, hold up.

Now what?!

No... please.

Look, I didn't come
after you to fight.

I just, I want to give
you the rent money.

Yeah, well, does Kelly
know you're out here?

Look, forget about Kelly.

It's not fair we leave
you on the hook like this.

Yeah, well, I'm still up a creek
without her share of the rent.

I... I know that; that's why
I'm gonna give you enough

to cover both shares, okay?

Um, should I make
it out to Mr. Pitts?

Uh, no.
Just make it out to me.

That way I can
add it to my share

and just give him
one big check for it.
Okay.

Thanks.

You're the best.

(sighing):
Just promise me

you'll go see your
therapist again.

Tell me you'll get help.

I will.

I promise.
Scout's honor.

I just want you to get better.

I know you do.

And this'll make
a big difference.

(knocking on door)

What's this?
You're actually cracking a book?

Well, now that Dylan
bought the Pit,

I got a little time

on my hands.

I still can't
believe he did it.

He had to put his
money somewhere.

It's weird, though,
don't you think?

If Dylan hadn't
stepped up to the plate,

the Peach Pit probably
would have closed down.

But what about you, Brandon?

I mean, don't you
feel kind of left out?

No.

Brandon, come on, spill it.

You know what I feel like?

I feel like...
I'm in a big game,

and I'm running
for the end zone,

and the crowd is cheering,
and all of a sudden...

this guy comes out of nowhere,

grabs the ball and
scores the touchdown.

You guys are all
on the same team.

We all are.

Yeah, I know.

You're right.

I really don't need

a pat on the back here.

We're all doing this for Nat.

ANDREA:
Kelly, why do they call
it morning sickness?

I mean, it lasts
all day long.

You're probably just
nervous about tomorrow.

Yeah.

Everything will be okay.

I promise.

Thanks.

So, have you
heard from Jesse?

Uh-uh.

Maybe he just, uh...
needs a little time.

No. No, I, uh...

I think he meant
what he said.

If I have this
abortion, we're through.

Are you okay with that?

Mm...

I guess I have to be, right?

Kelly, I'm so confused.

I feel so guilty. I mean...

I want to have a family
someday, but not now.

I mean, I'm just
a freshman in college.

I can't have a baby.

You have to do
what's right for you.

Everything else will be okay.

I hope so.

I better get going.

We have a big day
ahead of us tomorrow.

Try to get some sleep.

Okay, I'll try.

See you in
the morning.

Okay. Bye.

Searching for
a new place to live?

Isn't everybody?

Uh, no, not me.

I have a place right
on the beach, remember?

Got a great view.

Of the inside
of a toilet.

(rock music playing)

(knocking)

Andy. It's me, David.

What do you want?

I just got a visit
from the cash fairy.

Open up.

(lock and chain
clicking, rattling)

What's going on
down there, huh?

Okay.

Okay, you've made your point.

And if you're trying
to tell me something,

it's not gonna work.

You heard what I told Kelly.

I'm just not ready
to be a mommy, okay?

It's not that you're unwanted,
it's just...

I don't know what I'm doing.

Wait a minute, why am I
even talking to you?

It's not even
like you're a baby.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry
to do this to you.

(knocking at door)

Jesse.

Andrea, are you
all right?

Yeah, fine.
Uh, come on in.

I'm sorry.

I should've
been here for you.

I shouldn't have made you
go through it alone.

Please, please,
forgive me.

I may never agree
with what you did,

but I can't
lose you, too.

I'm sorry.

Look, you don't
have to apologize.

Besides, um... I haven't
done anything yet.

You haven't?

No.

And I'm not sure I'm going to.

I think that I, uh,
I think I want this baby.

Oh, Andrea.

Are you sure you do?

Yes, yes.
Yes, yes, yes.

(timer beeping)

Brandon.

What?

Don't you want some
of this lasagna

I spent the last 20 minutes
thawing out?

No, thanks, Dad.

I'll get something
at the Peach Pit later.

I gotta get to the hospital
and see Nat

before visiting hours are over.

You know, Brandon,

I know it may not seem like it,

but I'm very proud
of everything you did for Nat.

Yeah, right.

No, you have a big
heart, Brandon.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Well, there's really no point
in me busting my butt anymore

now that Dylan's taken control
of the situation.

What's that old saying, Dad?
"Money talks."

In case you think I tried

to pull the rug out
from under you, I didn't.

I happen to think

it's the worst kind of
investment Dylan can make,

no matter how much
money he has.

Dad, tell me something.

You handle other people's
money every day.

More money, probably,
than you'll ever make.

Doesn't that ever
get to you?

Sometimes.

You ever wonder what it would be
like to be rich and powerful?

That's not in the cards for me.

You think it will be for me?

I think that you can do or be
anything you want.

Which is why I've always
pushed you so hard in school.

And why I've been making
such a big deal

about this task force.

It's your ticket,
Brandon.

Power isn't just about money.

I don't know if I believe
that anymore, Dad.

I mean, take a look at Dylan.

No matter how much he screws up,
he'll always have millions.

Doesn't mean he knows
what to do with it.

Thanks, Dad.

Sure you don't want
some lasagna?

No.

No, no, I...
I gotta go.

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

Hey, man, visiting
hours are over.

They just threw me out.
Oh, geez.

Want me to talk
to the nurse?

Maybe she'll
let you go in.
No, no, no, that's okay.

Why don't you just go
buy your own hospital,

and then you can make
all the rules you want.

Nobody's trying to rain
on your parade, bro.

Nat's gonna remember
what happened.

I was just kidding.

Yeah, I know that.

It's just I got all
this money, man.

You know? I don't
know what to do.

I certainly can't let it just
sit there drawing interest.

And I can't spend it
on Porsches and stuff.

And I... I'm not gonna sit
around and worry about

somebody trying to rip
me off all the time.

You just don't know
what it's like.

You got that right.

Anyway, I just did it

'cause Nat's a friend
of mine, man.

And I wanted to keep
something going

that we all think
is important.

What are you doing,
taking lessons from me?

Who, me?
You kidding?

You hang around with a
Boy Scout long enough,

you're gonna learn
the handshake.

Come on, you hungry?

Yeah, a little bit.

I'll buy you
a megaburger.

No, thanks, I think I'll
buy my own megaburger.

At cost... maybe...

STEVE:
Chef's salad.

Tuna melt.

Tuna on rye.

I don't know, Steve, you're
getting awfully good at this.

Maybe you've found
your true calling.

DYLAN:
Hey, you're not gonna
have Steve to kick around

much longer; I'm hiring
three new waiters.

Oh, we'll always have Steve
to kick around.

Steve, Steve, Steve,

never hit the pound
and then the total.

Clear it and start
over again, okay?

DYLAN:
I ought keep you around
as a consultant, man.

You don't have
that much money.

(laughing)

ANDREA:
Hi, guys.

Andrea.

I'm, uh, I'm glad
you're all here.

I... want to be with
my friends tonight.

I, well, we, have, uh...

we have something
we want to tell you.

If you want to tell 'em...

No, go ahead,
tell them.

I don't know where to start.

Well, come on.

Well, first
things first.

Jesse and I are getting married.

BRENDA:
Wow, so we're all

going to Vegas?
All right.

No, wrong.
Good thinking.

Congratulations, man.

Welcome to the family.
Thanks.

Yeah, way to go.

There's, there's
just one more thing.

We're gonna have a baby.

What?

We're gonna
have a baby.

You are?

Oh, I'm so happy.
DYLAN:
That's great.

I told you
this would all work out.

Let me in there.

(in goofy voice):
Hmm... not enough elbow room.

The kid's kicking up a storm.

It's not.

It's gas, isn't that gas?

Don't ask me.
I'm just the father.

Oh, this is
so exciting.

Can I baby-sit?

You can all baby-sit.

Oh, I have to tell David.

I have to call someone.

You know, Zuckerman,

you catch me a little
by surprise here.

And I'm out of cigars, but...

these should do the trick.

Everybody.

What made you
change your mind?

She did.

(clears throat):
He did.

Whatever.

As long as
it's not twins.
Hey!

What's wrong
with twins?
What's wrong
with twins?

ANDREA:
Don't even think it.

DAVID (on phone):
Leave a message after the beep.

(machine beeps)

David, are you there?

Pick up.

Hello?

Oh, well, if you get
this message,

come to the Peach Pit
right away.

You're not gonna believe this,
but Andrea is having a baby.

Everybody is here.

Where are you?

Bye.

Come on in,
you're just in time.

ANDY:
This is David.

You haven't done meth
till you've shot it, man.

I don't know, man.

I've never done
anything like that.

ANDY:
That's why there's a first
time for everything.

Hold that, darling.

My turn.

Let's see...

which little piggy's going
to market tonight?

There we go.

Yeah,
that's better.

No muss, no fuss,
no tracks.

How 'bout it, David?

Take your shoes off,

sit a spell.

(knocking on door)

Brandon.

How you doing?

It's late.

I'm kind of in the middle
of something.

This will just take a minute.

I hope you're not here
to lay some trip on me.

I've taken enough lumps
the last few weeks.

I really don't think
I could take anymore.

It's a friendly visit.
Relax.

Well, I'd get you something,

but I've been living on a lot
of take-out food lately.

It's okay, I'm fine.

It's actually you
I'm worried about.

I heard you and
Corey broke up.

Not a real fun time.

I can imagine.

I wanted to tell you I'm sorry.

I hope what happened between
you two didn't have anything

to do with
something we did.

Brandon, we didn't do anything.

All that happened was
it made me realize

how unhappy I was with Corey.

And, believe me, if there's
any blame to go around

it could be left
on my doorstep.

And, geez, rather than be honest
with my husband,

I just made him so miserable,

he had no other choice
but to give me the boot.

And now you wish he hadn't?

No.

I just wish I hadn't
been such a coward.

I put him through a textbook
case of how men handle breakups

because I didn't have the guts
to do it myself.

Ah, and you, a teacher
of feminist politics.

Could you keep that a secret?

I'm trying to retain
a little dignity here.

I'll do my best.

So, need a hand
moving anything heavy?

Sure.

As I recall, your arms
were quite strong.

And I could really use
a friend right about now.

Well, you got one.