DISTORTED VOICE ON CLOCK: Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
First day of school.
Strange city. New house. No friends.
I'm psyched.
Not gonna work.
I have nothing to wear. Great.
No.
MAN ON RADIO: We've got a Sigalert
on the Santa Monica 10 Freeway, eastbound.
One-hour delay due to a three-vehicle...
Honey! It's gridlock out there. I gotta run.
CINDY: I'll be down in a sec.
Mom, let's go shopping today, and I'll go to school tomorrow.
First impressions are incredibly important.
Honey, you can make a wonderful first impression.
Everybody here looks like they just stepped out of a music video.
I don't even have the right hair.
Brandon, get up. Wake up.
You're gonna make us late.
Give me one good reason.
You got to help me pick out something to wear.
(CHUCKLES)
What's the difference?
Brandon, I know you were Mr. Popularity back home,
but I'm not gonna miss Minneapolis.
Nobody knows me here.
I could be anybody.
I could be somebody.
Like what? Homecoming Queen?
Right.
BRANDON: Hey, look, why not?
I mean, you're cute enough.
Hey! You remember that black T-shirt you wore
at Denise Baum's Fourth of July party?
That was cool.
No.
Okay, fine.
So, she spends an hour in front of the mirror,
and now she's gotta go change her clothes.
Where's the toaster?
(CLATTERING)
I'll skip breakfast.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
I think we're gonna need a raise in our allowance.
Yeah. Yeah.
MAN: Yo, yo, this is the Flash,
coming to you with over 500 nasty, jamming, body-slamming watts,
on KWBH, the voice of West Beverly High.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Come on, let's go, let's go!
Welcome, incoming freshmen.
(HONKING)
I love this place!
They gave you a license?
Hi, Steve.
Where you been all summer?
I tried calling you like 300 times.
You got a nose job.
Yeah, I did.
It looks... It looks good.
Big improvement, huh?
Well, yeah, they took about a foot off.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Now I know why I broke up with you.
Oh, hey, get off it. Hey.
I'm the guy that taught you how to work that clutch.
I drive an automatic, thank you very much.
Figures.
(HONKING)
(THUDDING)
(CAR ALARM BLARING)
(STUDENTS JEERING)
♪ What you do, what you do, what you do to me
♪ Whip me up a piece of your fantasy
♪ What you do, what you do, what you do to me
♪ Baby, I like it Baby, I like it
Bye-bye.
GIRL: Bye.
Bye.
♪ I think you're on fire
♪ I think you're the bomb
♪ You know what you're holding
♪ Got me in your palm ♪
Look for me at lunch, okay? Sure.
I don't wanna look like some geek without any friends.
Great. Together we'll look like two geeks without any friends.
A joke, okay?
Uh, we're supposed to check in here.
Swim team, sports editor of your school paper,
all-state cross country, and you still managed to keep a 3.8.
Drama club, student council, almost a straight-A student.
Yeah, well, I help her with her homework a little.
You're both used to doing well.
You're both achievers.
And I don't want to diminish your accomplishment, guys,
but I don't want to kid you either.
West Beverly High is tough.
The kids are very competitive.
So, if you have any problems, academic or otherwise,
come talk to me.
That's what I'm here for.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
Now, get going. I don't want you to be late for your first class.
Mr. Clayton, would you please explain to this young man
our new restrictions on leather this year?
Hey, what's up, Scott?
I can't find my locker. Number 15-33.
This place is huge, like five times as big as junior high.
Yeah, I know, the steps are even bigger,
but the babes are outrageous.
Choose your seat with care.
The person sitting next to you will be your lab partner
for the rest of the semester.
Sorry, it's taken.
By who?
KELLY: By that girl.
Over here. I saved you a seat.
Look, I think you have me confused with somebody else.
That's okay, I'm being friendly.
Oh, thanks.
My name is Brenda. I'm Kelly.
BRENDA: Hi.
Are you smart?
Sort of.
Great. This class is a real bitch.
I need all the help I can get.
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
How bogus. Lady gets paid to speak her native tongue.
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
Excuse me.
Uh, is Andrea Zuckerman around?
ANDREA: I am she.
(GREETING IN SPANISH)
We're in Spanish together. I'm Brandon.
(REPLIES IN SPANISH)
So, I want to write for the paper.
Can you write?
Well, I was the sports editor at my old school in Minneapolis.
Great.
Uh, which story would you like to cover?
The toxic waste disposal in our chemistry classes,
or the girls' water polo match against Beverly High?
Well, we didn't have a girls' water polo team back home,
so, uh, I'll take the new experience.
What time does the game start?
You definitely failed my test.
I don't get it.
You see, whenever a guy wants to work on the school paper,
I ask him, "Do you want to cover the girls' water polo match,
"or do you want to do the toxic waste story?"
Not one guy has ever wanted to do the toxic waste story.
Why is that, Brandon?
Human nature.
No offense,
but this is the top-ranked high school paper in the country,
and I intend to keep it that way,
so I suggest you put aside your dreams of editing the swimsuit issue
of Sports Illustrated.
We are talking long hours, major deadlines and total commitment.
Still interested?
Wow, you are intense.
I know.
But that's what it takes to do what we do around here.
So, if you're not willing to make the sacrifices, I totally understand.
Guess I should start by interviewing the janitor, huh?
Custodial Engineer.
And, Brandon,
nice meeting you.
Nice meeting you, too.
(STUDENTS CHATTERING)
KELLY: You know, it's a good thing you met me when you did.
West Beverly isn't like other schools.
Kids here are richer.
Some of their parents are celebs.
So, it's definitely not your normal high school.
And socially it's really intense.
You make one false move and you're history.
I mean, if people here saw you eating lunch alone today,
like that guy over there...
You know, I had a lot of great friends at my old school.
In Minneapolis?
Yeah.
Hi. Hi.
But it's so cold. I could never deal with cold.
You'd get over it.
Oh, I'd get fat.
Yeah, it's great. I mean, all winter you can eat whatever you want,
and then hide it under bulky sweaters.
That's definitely not Beverly Hills.
Somebody here is always throwing a pool party,
so you never really get a chance to pig out, you know?
I can't believe we've got all this reading.
The Great Gatsby by next week.
That's an 11th grade book.
Yeah, plus Trig, History, French, Biology. It's outrageous.
What's gonna happen to our social lives?
I'm asking my mother for a tutor.
If you screw up in the ninth grade,
you can permanently damage your high school GPA.
Think fast!
(CLATTERING)
I hate jocks.
Good job, man. Yes.
Nailed him.
(AIRPLANE WHIRRING)
DAVID: "Back-to-school jam, Friday. 150 Summit Lane."
Yes! Yes, we're there. We are there.
Oh, my God, that's Marianne Moore's house.
She's incredibly rich, but such a party girl.
I hear her house is so big, you need a map to get around.
I cannot believe she's inviting the whole school.
I mean, that must be 1,800 people.
Well, make that 1,300.
Wanna go together?
Yeah, sure.
Great.
We're still goin'.
BRENDA: God, I can't believe we made it through the first day of school.
So, what did you think?
We're definitely not in Minneapolis anymore.
What did you think?
It's weird not knowing anybody.
It's like, I don't know who they are, they don't know who I am.
I don't know. I kind of got the feeling
that people wanted to say hello to me, but they were afraid to.
Yeah, I know what you mean. I was getting those kind of looks all day.
So, are we gonna hit this party? Definitely.
So, what time do you think we should go there?
I mean, I think it would be very uncool if we showed up before 10:00.
Actually, I've sort of already made plans.
With who? Just some friends.
We're all going together. Kind of a girl thing.
But you should join us if you want to.
No, no, no, that's... That's all right.
You go ahead and have a good time.
Really? You won't be upset?
Upset?
Am I the kind of person that gets upset?
Seriously, it's no big deal.
I'll see you there.
(GIRLS GIGGLING)
(HONKING)
Oh, my God.
I would die if my mom did that to me.
KELLY: Give her a break, she's from out of town.
Mom, this is Kelly. Kelly, this is my mom.
Hi, Kelly. Hi.
Uh, This is Donna and Cathy and Michelle.
Hi. Hi.
Hi. Well, it's nice to meet you.
You look like you're ready to have a real good time.
(GIGGLING POLITELY)
Um, when's your curfew?
Excuse me?
BRENDA: Mom, I told you.
Midnight, okay?
12:30.
12:15.
That was so embarrassing.
(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)
Here you go, buddy. I know just where to put it.
Hey, Steve.
Brandon. How you doing?
Good. Nice car.
Well, you gotta have something to live for, right?
So, what's the deal with this girl?
I mean, does she have parents?
Hop in.
All right.
Welcome to West Beverly High.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD CHATTERING)
Hey, Kelly, you're looking good.
He has never said hello to me before.
Okay, so it changed your life.
Hey, maybe I should have the bump taken off mine.
I had a deviated septum.
Rhinoplasty, you know.
BRENDA: A nose job?
It's beautiful.
It is, isn't it?
God, I wish I looked like this when I was a freshman.
See? I decided on this one.
KELLY: I like this one.
Who are you waving to?
My brother, Brandon.
Oh, he's cute.
Oh, God, he's hanging out with Steve Sanders.
Who's that?
My ex.
He's having a tough time getting the message that it's O-V-E-R.
My sister over there.
She's hanging out with Kelly Taylor.
The blonde?
Yeah.
She's cute.
Yeah, that's my ex-girlfriend.
What happened?
I dumped her.
(SPLASHING)
I'll bet you in another couple of hours
girls will be taking their tops off.
Oh, you think? Oh, definitely.
Oh, but... But we're not gonna be here.
My mother's coming to pick us up at 11:00.
If I see flesh, I'm staying.
Hey, what's up, dudes?
I think we should leave.
I don't feel welcome.
Look, would you just relax and have some punch or something?
There's that girl I was telling you about. Where?
The blonde! Wow.
I wonder if she'd go for younger guys.
Oh, I doubt it.
I'm gonna move a little closer to her.
What about me?
Mingle.
♪ He's off in another's arms
♪ And she can't believe it
♪ Everybody's looking to fall in love tonight
No freshmen!
(GIRLS LAUGHING)
♪ Should have been the one to remember
(PEOPLE WHOOPING)
♪ This should have been the one to remember
♪ Forever
♪ This should have been the one to remember
♪ Forever ♪
Excuse me, are... Are you here by yourself?
(SIGHS)
I don't believe it. I'm here by myself, too.
This party really sucks.
I know.
I mean, for someone who doesn't know anybody.
Why don't you know anyone?
Don't you go to Beverly or West Beverly High?
I go to West Beverly, but I just moved here.
Lucky you.
Yeah.
So what's your story?
You're sexy.
Thanks. So are you.
Do you wanna dance?
Sure.
Right here?
Okay.
(SLOW INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, these parties, I hate them.
Every year, same crowd, same people.
So why do you come?
I had no choice.
Why not?
It's my house.
Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it. This is your party?
Wait, don't. You smell so good.
What is that you're wearing?
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
I don't know. Tide?
So what's your name?
Marianne.
What's your name?
Brandon.
Hi, Brandon.
Hi.
So, isn't this kind of weird?
Not talking to anybody at your own party?
I don't know, I mean, my parents tell me to be social.
God knows they are.
I mean, just because I'm popular
doesn't mean I have to like everybody.
Well, it was nice meeting you.
Hey, hey, wait a second. Um...
Could I call you sometime?
Sure.
Anytime.
Try not to smear it.
(MUSIC BLARING)
Everybody, go for it!
(ALL WHOOPING)
What we have to do is get ourselves some fake IDs,
get into some clubs, meet some older guys.
Do you really think we'd pass as 21?
Oh, definitely. It's all in the attitude.
Hey, hey.
Hi. Hi.
You wanna dance?
No, thanks. I'm fine right here.
Oh, come on. Everybody's dancing.
What do you want from me? I said I don't wanna dance.
You are so cold, you know that?
Get over it, Steve.
No, get over yourself!
You're really strong.
All right, Kelly.
Hey.
You know her?
Yeah, I know her.
She's hot.
She is the biggest bitch at West Beverly High.
I should know, I went out with her for a year.
Well, what happened?
I dumped her.
She's lousy in bed.
She's got a nasty personality.
I could live with that.
Who are you?
Oh, uh, David Silver.
Steve Sanders.
Wait a second. Wait, wait, your mom,
she's not Samantha Sanders, from The Hartley House?
I grew up watching that show in reruns.
For five years she was on channel four at 7:30,
then channel seven at 6:30, and then she was on twice a day,
once at 9:00 in the morning and once at 5:30.
All right, I get the point.
I gotta tell you, I love your mom.
I mean, she is, like, the perfect mom.
Look, I hate to break your heart,
but my mom, she's not the perfect mom,
and that ain't the perfect girl.
My ride.
Scott.
Have you seen a friend of mine?
He's kind of skinny and wet.
(STUDENTS CHATTERING)
You ditched me, you dork.
GIRL: Hey, wait up!
Oh, come on, I'm all right. I can drive!
I can...
Hey, come on, man.
Hey, let's not get crazy, all right?
Got him.
Dude, you're not driving. You're trashed.
There's my buddy, he'll drive me home.
Hey, guy.
I... I can't do...
This is my car.
Oh, my God.
Here are the car keys, bud.
Hey, sober up! Thanks, dude.
Thanks a lot. Oh, watch my feet!
(GIRLS CHATTERING)
So, where do you live?
I live at, um, Doheny Road, 4203.
Look, I don't think I can do this.
Oh, sure.
Just put the gas in the ignition and step on the key.
Okay, but before we get going,
I just have to tell you one thing.
What?
I don't have my license.
Is that a problem for you?
(EXCLAIMING)
Guess not.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
Yeah, baby. Yeah.
(STEVE LAUGHING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
I need some air.
Hey, hey, don't do that!
Hey! Wait.
Hey, hey! Where'd you learn how to drive, man?
Look, I'm doing better than you could, and I don't even know how.
I can't believe you'd buy a car like this
and even think of driving home drunk.
I'm not driving, you're driving.
Oh!
Hey, how's it going?
Oh, my God.
Hey, Steve, there's some geek driving your car!
She told you.
Sit up. There's a cop behind us.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)
Wildcats number one!
(LAUGHING)
It's not funny.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(GRUNTING)
I'm fine. Come on.
(STEVE GIGGLING)
All right, all right. I'm all right.
Thanks a lot, buddy.
I'm gonna remember you for this.
No problem. Catch you later.
(CRASHING)
BRENDA: So, you must be pretty excited.
Why?
You get to see Marianne today.
Oh, jeez, will you stop with that, already?
Hey, you're the one who's been talking about her all weekend long.
"Do you think she's pretty, Brenda? I mean, really pretty?"
"Do you think that she would go out with me?"
Wish I met somebody at the party.
You will.
Oh, I don't know, Brend.
We're so different.
I mean, she's so rich and we're so...
Normal?
Yeah.
How could I know if she's even serious?
I mean, she probably talked to a million guys that night.
Are you kidding? She would be lucky to have a date with you.
You're just saying that 'cause you're my sister,
and you have to say things like that. I do not.
I'm saying that objectively, as a girl.
Oh, that's right, you are a girl.
I forgot about that for a second.
FLASH ON RADIO: Yo, yo!
And now for the morning Flash report.
Friday night's party at Marianne Moore's house was...
Yeah, and we already have a contender
for the Flash-man of the year,
a major waste case, Steve Sanders.
Remember much, Steve?
(LAUGHING)
Try not to stare too much.
How's it going?
Not too well.
Listen, did you see the guy who drove me home from that party?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
No, why? What happened? Somebody...
(SHUSHING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Somebody totalled my car.
What did she say?
I think she wants you to be the butcher man.
What?
Look, I don't want to be the butcher man, okay?
Yo estoy vegetarian.
He's gonna kill me. I'm just waiting to die.
I can't believe you actually drove his Vette.
Where did you learn how to drive?
Well, my dad lets me drive his Vette sometimes.
That's what happens when your parents get divorced,
your dad lets you do incredibly stupid things
because he only sees you on weekends.
Doln had thought that the chemical formula for water was HO.
"Ho." Ho, indeed.
(WHISPERING) Wow, this is going to be great.
(WHISPERING) Let me see.
No, not yet.
You are gonna be able to get into any club in town with this.
I'm such an artist.
Excuse me, ladies, in the back of the room.
I'm not in the mood to lecture preschoolers,
so either have the courtesy to pay attention,
or get out of my class now.
I'll show you at lunch, okay?
Wow, 1969.
Do you think anybody would really believe it? I mean, that I'm that old?
First of all, nobody here even knows
what a Minnesota driver's license looks like.
And anyway, I think it all depends on whether the doorman thinks
you're cute or not.
It's against the law.
I've never broken a law before.
God, I am such a wuss.
Look, the worst that can happen is they don't let you in.
So, when are we gonna test this out?
Saturday night.
The Blue Iguana. Are we there?
Definitely.
Yes. All right.
Marianne.
Hi. Hi.
What are you doing sitting way out here?
It's my reserved table.
Mind if I sit down?
No. Go for it.
Great party the other night.
I thought you said you had a lousy time.
No, I... I meant the part where I met you.
Oh. Thanks.
Listen, do you wanna go to Paris for the weekend?
I think if we leave Friday night, we can make it back
by late Monday morning. I'll only have to miss two classes.
Seriously?
Uh...
No, no, not seriously.
No, no, no, this... We can do it. It is possible.
No, no, no, I was...
I was... I was kidding. Really.
Hey, why don't we save Paris for another weekend,
maybe go someplace a little more local,
like, uh, Saturday night, maybe around 8:00.
Okay. Sounds great.
You know where I live.
Great.
You wanna trade for a peanut butter and jelly?
(CHUCKLES)
Do you know any good places to go for dinner, like, on a Saturday night?
Wait a second. Where's the article on toxic waste?
I'm holding page one. I'm on it. I'm on it.
I just need to talk to Mr. Ridley about some chemistry facts.
Brandon, come on. We are on a deadline.
I know deadlines.
Tomorrow, or I do it myself.
It's my reputation on the line.
Okay!
So, why weren't you at Marianne Moore's party the other night?
Brandon, I never go to parties.
Why not?
Because hanging out with a bunch of people acting stupid
is not gonna get me into the Ivy League.
Don't you have anything else in your life besides school?
Brandon, who has the time?
I already spend 10 hours of community service a week.
That the Ivies love.
Yeah.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Moonshadows.
Excuse me?
It's in Malibu. Very romantic.
Thanks.
Is, uh, she special?
I don't know. She could be.
Oh boy, this place is a disaster.
This is the way I keep things organized.
You didn't wear this much make-up in Minneapolis.
I know. It looks hot, doesn't it?
Honey, you don't need a lot of make-up.
Mom, this is Beverly Hills. You gotta be a little glamorous.
You know, you could borrow any of my make-up anytime you want.
So, whose party is it this time?
I don't know.
Is Kelly driving? Mmm-hmm.
Well, I'll just get the address from her.
You know, parents in Beverly Hills
let their kids go where they want
and do what they want.
They're treated like adults.
Except they're not. You're not.
Look, Mom, you know that you can trust me.
Fine, fine, I'll give you Kelly's number.
Listen, I want you home by 12:00. I'm serious.
12:45.
12:15.
Ugh!
Hi. Hi.
How's it going?
(UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
BOUNCER: IDs. IDs. Thank you.
Thank you.
Let's see some IDs, ladies.
Come on, give us a break, okay?
Give me a break, all right?
Oh, I'm so sure.
We were here last week.
DONNA: Is he serious?
Okay, you in.
See you guys inside. Bye.
Sorry. What?
Do the addition. I am 21.
Let's see it again.
This is what they tell me to do with fake IDs.
You slime.
Come back in about five years.
Brenda! Let's just go, Kelly.
Come on. Come on.
What about Brenda?
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
Have you seen them? Blonde...
No, no, no.
Hey, what's the problem?
What? I didn't see anybody, I'm sorry.
Relax. I'm not gonna bite.
I'm sorry.
You just look upset.
Oh, it's just that my friends, they... they ditched me.
Can I buy you a drink or something?
No, no. I have to call my...
I mean, I have to call a cab or something.
Oh, come on. One drink.
I'm a nice guy, honest. Come on.
I don't know.
What'll you have?
Uh...
Hmm.
Can I get you anything?
Let's see, I'll have a, um...
A, uh...
This isn't a trick question.
A banana daiquiri.
Interesting choice.
And I'll have a Tanqueray and tonic.
So, what's your name?
Brenda.
Hi, Brenda. I'm Jason.
Hi.
Are you in school?
Yes.
Oh, where do you go?
Guess.
SC?
What, UCLA? Right.
Hey, that's where I went to law school.
Really?
So, you're a lawyer?
Yeah.
Tell me, do you live in a dorm or in a house?
A house.
Which one?
Which house?
Yeah, I know all the sororities there.
Oh, well, um, it's a new one.
We just transferred from Minnesota.
State? Yes.
The... The whole house just transferred from Minnesota State to UCLA?
Something like that.
How weird.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Come closer
♪ Let me take your hand
♪ Closer
♪ Let me take your hand
♪ I can feel you
♪ Closer
♪ Come closer
♪ Let me take your hand
Hey, Brandon! You wanna drive?
Um, I don't know.
It's your dad's bike and everything. I don't want...
Oh, come on. You're gonna love it!
♪ Let me take your hand
♪ Closer
♪ Let me take your hand
♪ Come closer
♪ Let me take your hand
♪ Closer
(GLASSES CLINKING)
♪ Come closer ♪
(CHUCKLES)
You've got a, um, hair.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Actually, I have two.
I've been cultivating them for about a year now.
I think you're really nice.
I think you're really nice, too.
Let's take off all our clothes.
Whoa, whoa, wait a sec.
Wait a second.
What? What's wrong?
I don't know. I kind of feel like
our roles got a little bit reversed there.
I mean, uh, aren't you supposed to hold out on me for a little bit?
Well, why wait? Nobody's stopping us.
Well, what's the rush?
I'm not going anywhere.
Sorry.
No, no, no, don't be.
It's just, I'm having a great time just being here with you.
Is that weird?
No.
It's just that most guys expect more from me, that's all.
Yeah, well, most guys want a lot of things they can't get.
Not in this neighborhood.
Wait a minute. Didn't your mother
teach you about playing hard to get?
My mother?
She probably thinks I'm a prude.
Wait a minute, are you saying...
Brandon, my dad manages rock bands.
He met my mom on the road, she was this major groupie.
They did things in the '60s and '70s that would blow your mind.
They think my life is a bore.
You should spend a couple of weeks with my parents.
You might feel like you're in a maximum security penitentiary.
Yeah. It might be a nice break from this place.
I mean, I feel so trapped sometimes, you know?
I mean, the minute I wanna go out and have some fun,
people at school call me a party girl.
And if I wanna be left alone, or act quiet, they call me stuck up.
I just... I can't win, you know?
Come here. No.
Is that what I'm supposed to be doing?
You're so beautiful.
You know, years from now I'm gonna look back on this night,
and I'm gonna kick myself for being such an idiot.
No, you won't. I won't let you.
(POP MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
I'd offer you a drink, but I'm all out of bananas.
So, um, you live here all by yourself?
Yeah, all by myself.
How cool.
All right.
Our housemother is really strict
and I have to be home by midnight.
Don't worry, Cinderella.
I only live a few miles from campus.
Jason, what are you doing?
Taking our clothes off.
Jason, Jason, I can't.
Why not?
Because I can't.
Relax. I can respect that.
I don't want this thing to go any faster than you do.
Really?
Sorry.
There's nothing to be sorry about.
You're very sweet,
and very attractive.
And if you really want to go home, I'll do it right now.
Thanks.
BRENDA: This is it. This is the one.
I think that's a church.
I mean the one next to it.
Well, here's my number.
Are you sure you're not lying about not having a phone?
Honest.
Okay.
I'm sorry you couldn't spend the night.
Yeah, me, too.
So, I'll talk to you soon.
I think you should get a phone.
Communication's important.
I'll work on it.
Good night.
What are you doing home so late?
You scared the hell out of me.
Lost your ride?
None of your business.
What are you doing home so late?
None of your business.
Don't tell Mom. Don't tell Mom.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
BRENDA: Kelly?
Brenda? It's 6:00 in the morning.
I know. I haven't been able to sleep all night.
I had to call you.
Look, I'm sorry about last night.
That jerk at the door wouldn't even let us in to find you.
Kelly, you'll never believe what happened.
I met a guy after you left.
No way. Who is he?
His name is Jason, and he's 25, a lawyer, and so cute.
We had a really great night together.
You slept with him?
No.
Kelly, who is that?
Just a friend.
Well, what kind of friend calls in the middle of the night?
She woke up Bob.
Good. It's about time somebody did.
That's all he does around here, is sleep.
Kelly, I will not have you talking to me about my life like that.
Now, I thought we were mature.
I let you do your thing and you let me do mine, right?
Right, Mom.
Good.
Now, tell whoever it is you'll call them back in the morning.
I don't like this phone ringing at 6:00 a.m.
Okay.
You still there?
Yeah, what happened?
My mom. It's nothing.
Brenda, does he know you're in high school?
I told him I go to UCLA.
Brenda, I can't believe you.
Do you think he has a friend?
I don't know, but I can ask.
Kelly, what am I gonna do?
Have a good time.
That's what I always do.
Bye.
Take it easy, guys.
Steve, I saw your car. It's disgusting.
Thanks, Kel. Thanks for pointing that out.
I would have never noticed.
Did you do it,
or was it that dorkmeier driving you home last Friday?
"Dorkmeier"?
What dorkmeier?
I don't know, some geek.
Yeah, well, what did he look like? What was his name?
You don't remember? He was driving your car.
No, I don't remember.
Well, whoever he was, he looked pretty young,
like a freshman.
Probably, didn't even have his driver's license yet.
I'm gonna find him and I'm gonna kill him.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Welcome, ladies.
You're just in time for a pop quiz.
Papers will be due at the end of the movement.
I hope you know this stuff.
I haven't studied all week.
(SIZZLING)
What's number two?
Don't be fooled by appearances.
Chemistry, like music, is always tricky,
and never what it seems.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(REPEATING IN SPANISH)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I got some flowers for... Uh-uh.
(INSTRUCTING IN SPANISH)
Brandon...
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
She says to sign for the flowers, man.
Oh, okay.
Thanks.
You must be awesome, dude.
No, no, this one first and then that one.
It looks good, you guys.
Really good.
Mmm-hmm.
Good.
So, I see your date went well.
Uh...
Yeah, I guess.
Thanks for the suggestion.
Frankly, I don't see you two together.
Why not?
I don't know, you seem smart and down to earth,
and she's kind of stupid and rich.
See, that's not true at all.
Nobody really knows her.
Well, what's she like?
I don't know.
It's like she's got all this money and all this freedom,
and I think it kind of gets in her way.
See, she's got this image that's not exactly her.
And then guys go out with her expecting something,
and she doesn't want to spoil the image,
so she feels obligated to be this person that she's really not.
Does that make any sort of sense whatsoever?
Maybe you should be writing for our advice column.
Thanks anyway. I'm allergic.
Okay, this is his voice.
Hi, it's Jason.
I'm not in right now to take your call at the moment,
but if you'll leave your name, number and the time you called,
I'll get back to you just as soon as I can.
Thanks for calling, and wait for the beep.
Hi, Jason.
Did it beep? No.
It better not have beeped.
I swear it didn't beep.
I'm gonna call him at work.
Go for it.
Jason Croft, please. Brenda Walsh.
Yes, I can hold.
(ALL GIGGLING)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
50 bucks on this guy's head, people.
If anybody sees him, let me know.
Hey, if you tell me, I'll go out with you Friday night.
Hey, hey. Hey. Man, listen to me.
If you see this guy, let me know.
50 bucks if you...
Did anybody see this guy who was driving my Vette the other night?
Hey, hey, hey, look.
50 bucks if you help me nail this dude.
I'm looking for the freshman dork who was driving my car
after Marianne Moore's party.
50 bucks! Big reward!
You can take off the hat and sunglasses.
If he hasn't nailed you by now, he's never going to.
You think? Definitely.
And I want my Lakers hat back.
You said you were gonna bring it today.
Look, I'm sorry. I forgot it.
I bet you lost it.
No, I didn't. I remember where I left it.
Where?
Sanders' Vette.
David, it had my name sewn into it.
50 bucks guys, and I'll let you help me kick his ass.
I'm history.
Hey, are you the guy Marianne sent flowers to?
Yeah.
Hey, Robinson, this is the guy.
Oh, Marianne sent you flowers?
Well, I wouldn't exactly call them flowers.
Hey, look, man, I wanna know what you did, man.
You see, I happen to cultivate a very deep interest in the female species,
so I wanna know what you did, where you did it,
how you did it, and how you got her to do it.
Look, Robinson, all I can say is that
I did something with Marianne on Saturday
that most guys probably couldn't handle.
What's that supposed to mean, man?
Use your imagination.
No. No way, man! Ow!
Hey, heard you scored on Marianne Moore. Congratulations.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
Heard about you and Marianne.
From who?
The whole school is talking about it.
I'm surprised at you, Brandon.
Look, you don't know what you're talking about, all right?
Get out of my car.
It's not your car. Half of it is mine.
Get out of my half then.
Hey, hey, hey. We interrupt this song
for a "wild thing", wild thing, report.
Eric Patton and Lucy Belson.
John Addison and, yeah, my girl, Sarah Takamoto.
And the newest wildest things at West Beverly High,
well, come on and go with me, children,
Brandon Walsh and Marianne Moore.
It here first.
Walsh, I'm in your history class next period.
I wanna hear all about it.
Hey, Marianne.
(GRUNTS)
Liar! How can you do that?
How can you go around spreading those rumors,
after I spilled my guts to you like that?
Hey, I had nothing to do with it, I swear.
You know, you're just like everyone else.
You're like every other creep.
You used me to get a name for yourself. Look, Marianne, I didn't...
I didn't say anything.
Well, then who did, huh?
Tell me.
I really thought I can trust you, Brandon.
God, do you know what it's like to not to be able to trust anybody,
not even your own parents?
I didn't want anything more from you
than to have a friend in this school.
I thought you could've used the same.
Yeah, I can.
The funny thing is they wouldn't have believed the truth, anyway.
I feel so stupid right now because I thought you were for real.
See you at the next big party.
Who knows, it'll probably be at my house.
Thank you, Mr. Clayton.
And I hope you understand, Sophie's father is one of the most
respected plastic surgeons in Beverly Hills,
so he's a little grade-conscious.
Not to worry, Mrs. Dubois.
Tell your husband that a B-is nothing to worry about.
Thank you.
You wanted to see me, Jack?
Yes, please.
Is something wrong?
Yeah, sort of.
The non comprender factor has gone sky-high this year.
Your students can't understand you.
(SPEAKING SPANISH RAPIDLY)
See, that's what I'm talking about.
Look, Jack.
The only way to learn Spanish,
is to... is to live Spanish, to breathe Spanish,
to feel Spanish, to touch Spanish.
I mean, yes.
If their scores don't improve within a month, we'll talk again.
How about Friday night? I mean dinner.
I'll let you know.
Go do something, I don't know, get crazy.
You, my man, are a legend.
You know, for once I thought, here was a nice guy,
a guy with class, intelligence, sensitivity.
But now I think you're just a gutless wimp
who probably can't even write a good lead.
All right. Come on, lay off, will you?
No, I will not lay off.
There are better ways to get popular
than advertising your sexual conquests.
Boy, was I wrong about you.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
What'd she say?
Stupid pig.
I don't see it. Where is it?
Come on, it's gotta be in there. Just keep looking.
Yes!
(ALARM BLARING)
Hurry up, go!
(BEEPING)
Busted!
I... I can't find it!
It's gotta be in there.
I don't see it!
Where is it? Hurry up!
I can't.
Better hurry up!
I can't, it's stuck.
It's Steve.
What?
You're the guy who drove me home? No, no, it wasn't me!
I swear it wasn't! You've got the wrong guy, jerk!
I'm the one who drove you home the other night.
Remember? We kind of hung out together.
I told you I was a fan of your mom's.
And then I drove you home because you were too wasted to do it yourself.
Oh, yeah. You're gonna pay, buddy.
DAVID: But you were going to drive drunk, man. I did you a favor.
STEVE: Yeah, so what exactly happened, huh?
DAVID: I forgot to put the car in gear.
I'm not used to driving a stick.
Look, I admit it was my fault.
I'm probably gonna have to work
in McDonald's for the rest of my life, but I'll pay for it.
I have insurance, you moron.
You know, I know this guy in the valley
who works on Vettes real cheap.
Maybe if you get a good quote from the insurance company,
you can make money on this.
Really?
Yeah. Then you can buy yourself some new speakers.
What's wrong with my speakers?
I don't know. I was jamming the music a little loud.
I think I might have blown out a tweeter.
Tweeter.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
Oh, what did I do to deserve meeting a dork like this?
See you at the next party.
That is the studliest thing I have ever seen.
Hi, I'm Brenda.
Hi, my name is Brenda Walsh.
I hate my name.
Bren, what are you doing?
Don't you ever knock?
Can we talk?
I wanted to ask you about this rumor that's going around
about me and Marianne.
I kind of feel responsible, like... like
I started it somehow, because...
Well, because, I never really denied it, and I...
Brenda, are you listening to me?
I'm listening.
I feel like a jerk.
Boy, I am glad you said that.
Why?
I would hate to think that you're turning into
the kind of person that does start those rumors.
You know, it might seem cool to guys,
but to a girl that likes you, it really hurts.
Yeah, tell me about it.
So what do I do?
You'll think of something.
Great.
Wait a minute, where are you going?
I have a date.
With who?
He's older.
In college?
Something like that.
Brandon, if you tell Mom, I will kill you.
Is it serious?
I don't know. I think it is.
I mean, I like him so much, it's kind of scary.
And my mind, it's like I'm fixated on him.
Sometimes I think I'm in love,
but I know that's not possible,
because I just met him.
Well, who is he?
Brandon, give me a little time on this one, okay?
I promise I'll tell you, soon.
I hate secrets.
Hey, listen, you be careful out there, okay?
I'm serious.
Okay, Dad.
(BRANDON WHISTLING)
Brenda, I only made pot roast.
Um...
Didn't I tell you? I'm going out with some friends tonight.
On Tuesday night? Don't you have homework?
We're studying afterwards.
Aren't those my shoes?
Where is all this dinner money coming from, anyway?
Dad, it's just McDonald's.
In that outfit?
Mom, this is Beverly Hills.
Can't I have some friends without getting the third degree?
Home by 10:00.10:30.
10:15.
I haven't even seen a McDonald's around here.
So, Brenda, what's your major?
You must get so sick of people asking you that all the time.
What is it anyway?
Astronomy.
Wow.
You didn't tell us she was a brain, Jason.
I flunked astronomy.
I had no idea you were majoring in astronomy.
ALISON: It's so much math.
JASON: How does everyone like this Santa Milion?
RON: It's good. ALISON: Very dry.
How do you like it, Brenda?
Oh, um, fine.
You know, I heard that they discovered
another universe, after this one,
like, some billion light years away, or something like that.
Who cares, Ron?
Maybe Brenda does. It is her major.
I mean, what is a black hole, really?
Yes, please, go ahead and tell us.
Well, um...
I guess the easiest way to explain it,
without a working knowledge of, uh,
fourth dimensional geometry, is that it's just a hole.
Just a hole?
In space, dummy.
That's black.
I still don't get it.
So, Jason tells us your entire sorority house
transferred here from Minnesota.
Well, not exactly all of us, actually.
Just five.
See, Jason, I told you it wasn't the entire house.
Well, that's what she said.
Phew.
I... I really have to go, Jason.
About Friday.
Plan on spending the night.
And tell your housemother, I don't know,
that you're visiting your parents for the week.
I'll try.
Try hard.
Good night.
FLASH: Hey, hey, hey, we have a very special guest in our studio today,
Mr. Brandon Walsh.
Brandon Walsh is this week's wild thing, wild thing,
who just moved to Beverly Hills from Minneapolis.
Say hello to our listeners, Brandon.
Uh, hi.
So, Brandon, tell us,
what does it take to be a wild thing?
Wild thing!
Well, actually, that's... that's what I wanted to talk to you about today.
Hold on, hold on.
Before you say another word, remember,
we are regulated by both the FCC
and Mrs. Sibitsky, our club sponsor.
Right.
Uh, ahem, well, since my date with Marianne Moore
has become public knowledge,
I wanted to tell everyone what exactly happened that night.
FLASH: What? We are all ears, Brandon.
Nothing happened, and a lot of you guys out there know it.
But, Brandon, the key phrase here is "wild thing."
Look, we sat and we talked, that's it.
And you know, it may sound a lot less
exciting than doing the wild thing,
but it actually meant a whole lot more.
So, Marianne, I hope you're listening,
because I wanna say I'm sorry.
And the thing that bums me out the most
is that you feel like you can't trust me anymore.
And that appears to be all the time we have this morning
for mushy declarations of love.
And this is your Flash the Cash DJ,
and you're listening to KWBH. See ya!
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
With a very few exceptions, most of you did very well on your quiz.
Jason wants to go out again Friday night.
He wants me to spend the night.
You've gotta tell him, Brenda.
What if he freaks?
Science is about observation, class.
So, pay attention to the music.
If you've done your experiment correctly,
the melonic acid should react to the potassium iodate
exactly when the first movement is over.
If he really loves you, then it shouldn't matter.
Do you think you love him?
I don't know.
Enough to sleep with him?
I don't know.
I think so.
Then you've got to tell him, Brenda.
Very poor showing, girls.
Also, it's very disconcerting to notice
that you both share all the wrong answers in common.
If I see this kind of thing happening again,
it's an automatic F for the year.
I've taken the liberty of making an appointment
for you with Mr. Clayton, Brenda.
Why?
I've seen your transcripts from your former high school.
I expect much more from you in this class than a D-.
Now! The music is over!
The experiment has ended!
BRANDON: Marianne.
Hi.
I heard what you said this morning.
I made a fool of myself in front of the entire school.
I hope so.
Marianne, I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you.
(SIGHING)
You just saw an opening and took it.
I never meant to let you get close to me.
Oh, come on. Don't say that.
Look, why don't you give me a second chance?
Like Friday night?
No, I think I'm gonna do something kind of weird this weekend.
Like what?
Stay home.
It's a rare event.
It sounds like a good idea.
Well, what about the week after?
I'll call you.
Great. She'll call me.
I don't get it, Brenda.
You've never even gotten a C before.
What's up?
Nothing.
Brenda, when I see a good student come to my school and slip,
I feel responsible.
What can I do to help you?
Nothing.
Brenda, from the look of things,
you'll be lucky to pass chemistry this semester.
That's not gonna look good on your record.
I know. I'll work harder.
Good girl, and I know you will.
What's this?
Have one of your parents sign that and bring it back to me.
Why?
Because something's going on with you, Brenda,
and I wanna make damn certain you're talking to somebody about it.
Hey, Andrea!
Didn't you listen to KWBH this morning?
I never listen to KWBH.
So, you didn't hear what I said?
About Marianne?
No, and frankly, I'm not interested.
Look, I want to explain something.
I gotta get home, okay?
Well, let me give you a ride, then.
No. Thank you.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
I can't believe you followed me home.
It was the only way I could get to talk to you.
Wait a minute, how come you go to West Beverly High?
You don't live anywhere near Beverly Hills.
Look, my life is private, okay?
How dare you come anywhere near my house?
Hey, I just wanted to talk.
Oh, yeah, right.
So you can go blabbing to everybody about where I live,
just like you did about you and Marianne Moore?
Brandon, this isn't a game to me.
I am not rich like you.
If anybody finds out where I live,
they will kick me out of West Beverly High so fast my head will spin.
Well, how come you go there if you live here?
Because it's the best school in the city, that's why.
Why should I be deprived of a good education
just because I am geographically undesirable?
Well, you're right, you shouldn't.
Listen.
The reason I followed you home
was to tell you that I think you've got me all wrong.
That thing about me and Marianne, that's not me,
that's not what I'm about.
I mean, I'm not perfect, but I'm not a complete jerk either.
Brandon, I lie about my home address.
My grandmother lives in a cheap,
rent-controlled apartment in Beverly Hills,
and that's where I have my mail sent.
If anybody finds out,
and if you tell anybody about where I live,
it'll mess me up bad.
Don't worry, I won't.
It's nice to finally bring a friend home from school.
Come on in.
(SLOW INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Jason, this place is really nice.
For the money it's costing, it should be.
It's worth it, to be here with you.
Thanks.
Can I tell you something?
Sure.
The last woman I went on three dates with,
I lived with for 11 months.
What happened?
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, yeah, it was coming up to our year anniversary.
We...
We got into this weird fight about a new couch for the living room.
I decided I had to go with my own taste,
'cause the couch was probably gonna be around longer than she was.
I don't mean to get heavy on you.
No, that's okay.
Jason, do you think I could tell you anything?
Of course.
The older I get, the more I realize
openness is the most important part of a relationship.
And you'd feel the same way, no matter what?
I mean, this could be a shock.
Trust me. I'm shockproof.
Brenda, what is it?
First of all, I want you to have my phone number.
You got a phone.
No.
I've always had a phone.
I don't live in that sorority house.
No?
I don't go to college.
You work?
Jason, I am a junior at West Beverly High.
What kind of a junior?
A 16-year-old junior.
Look, my best friend, Kelly, told me
that if we were getting serious,
I had to tell you the truth,
and that if you really loved me, it wouldn't matter anyway.
Oh, is that what Kelly said?
I thought you were shockproof.
WAITER: More wine?
Maybe you should check her ID.
Or is that fake, too?
How could you do this to me?
What is this, some kind of a high school prank?
Jason, I'm sorry.
Look, I thought...
You thought wrong.
I should sue your parents.
Yes.
Excuse me. Bring me the check.
Turn left here.
No.
Tell me, Brenda, was it fun playing grownup?
My feelings for you didn't change
just because I'm a few years younger than you thought I was.
(CHUCKLES WRYLY)
What the hell do you know about feelings?
A lot!
I would never tell anyone I liked them
and then treat them the way that you're treating me.
Just wait until somebody you thought you cared about lies to you.
You know, don't you think it was hard on me, too, Jason?
Lying to my family about where I was going at night,
flunking out of school.
All for what?
God, I can't believe it. I was gonna sleep with you tonight.
You were gonna be the first guy...
Never mind.
Brenda... No, just get off me.
I'm glad this happened. Let me walk you to the door.
No, just leave me alone! I never wanna see you again!
Mom, I'm so sorry.
Oh, baby.
It's all right, honey.
Oh.
Sweetie. It's okay.
I know. I know.
I never meant to lie to you.
I know you didn't, honey. I know.
Who is he, Brenda?
Some guy. Kelly and I went to a club...
Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
It's my fault, too. I just...
I knew things weren't right, and I just...
Oh, I wanted you to be happy here, to fit in,
but not like this.
I know.
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
What's going on? What's wrong?
Nothing.
Um, do you guys mind if I talk about this later?
I have a lot of catching up to do on my chemistry.
CINDY: No. Okay.
Hi.
BRANDON: Hi.
So are you gonna tell me what happened?
It's a long story.
I'm not going anywhere.
Brandon, do you mind if I save it for when you're older?
What do you mean? I am older.
By 30 seconds, remember? I know.
It's just, when you get to be our age, girls are more mature.
(SCOFFS)
Well, if that's the way you want it.
Thanks.
And someday, I will tell you almost everything.
Forget it. I've already lost interest.
I miss Minneapolis.
No, you don't.
Yeah, I do.
Nothing was this complicated.
Brenda, did you...
No.
Did you?
Uh...
No.
I didn't think so.
Brandon, are we gonna make it here?
Well, the houses are bigger, the weather is warmer,
and the tan lines are outstanding,
but that doesn't mean they've cracked the meaning of life.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, I know.
Would you have told me if you did?
(EXHALES)