Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) s02e20 Episode Script

You always try to be optimistic on the first day of practise, but I think this year's team has a legitimate shot at going all the way.
Well, no offence, coach, but you did say that about the football team, and they went 1-8.
Please.
You're a great sports editor.
The truth is- This is off-the-record.
- we need help in the relays.
Lots of help.
So if you have any suggestions Well, I was on the frosh-soph team back in Minnesota.
Really? Well, maybe you should come out for the team.
Yeah, right.
- Yeah.
- All right.
Cahill.
Come on, cut it out.
You're gonna demoralize the rest of the team.
Sorry, coach.
Did Chapman say anything about me? Yeah.
He said you mean well.
No, really.
What'd he say about the relay team? - Nothing, really.
- He said we stink, didn't he? Look, Steve You know, if I get cut from one more sport team this season, I swear Hey, come on.
You're a good athlete, it's a long season.
You just gotta think positively.
- Let's go, guys.
- What does she see in that guy? All right, so when am I gonna see you girls working out? I don't do that.
I have a note.
What about you, Kelly? I start jogging at 6:45.
That sounds a little too serious for me.
Oh, yeah.
Like you need your beauty sleep.
Bye, Kyle.
He is so cute.
When you were going out last summer, I thought for sure you'd become the new campus couple or something.
Well, we're still good friends.
Yeah.
There's something I've never told anyone.
What? Kelly, I've never slept with a girl before.
So you're a virgin.
It's no big deal.
No, you don't get it.
Look, Kel, I I've never slept with a girl before, and I don't know if I want to.
Look, I don't want anybody to know about this, all right? Sure, I understand.
Why are you telling me this? Because I trust you.
Oh, good, mister.
Stop short to look at nothing.
God, what a jerk.
It's okay, honey.
It's a green light.
Oh, yeah.
So anyway, what were we talking about? - What a safe and sane driver you are.
- Oh, exactly.
I mean, so what if I didn't pass my test the first time? Or the third time? What matters is that I have my licence now.
And it really bothers me that Brandon won't let me drive his car, and that he's still teasing me about my driving.
So I would like for you and Dad to tell him to stop.
We'll talk to him about it.
Don't you wanna turn here? Why? We live on that street.
Wedgy.
Wedgy.
Wedgy.
Wedgy.
- Hey, come on, guys.
- Wedgy.
Wedgy.
Wedgy.
Hey, come on, guys, what did I do? - You wrote we couldn't block.
- We couldn't tackle.
You wrote our game against Beverly was embarrassing.
And as exciting as a bingo game in an old-folks' home.
Hey, I happen to like bingo.
Don't you guys believe in freedom of the press? What about our right to hang you by your underwear? Wedgy.
Wedgy.
Wedgy.
- Wedgy.
Wedgy.
- Hey, hey- - Wedgy.
Wedgy.
Wedgy.
- Steve.
Steve.
Steve.
Hey, buddy.
Come on, do something.
Guys.
Guys.
Guys, guys, guys All right, on three.
Wedgy.
Wedgy.
Wedgy! All right, people.
You know the drill.
- Shower up, towel off and go home.
- Brandon, you all right, man? Yeah, I'm riding a little high, but I think I'll live to write about it.
Write about it? Didn't you learn your lesson, Walsh? You're a funny guy, Miller.
Thanks, buddy.
Hey, come on, I'm a jock.
Yeah, who I can outskate, outshoot and probably outrun.
You know what they say: Those who can, do, and those who can't, write about it.
So I walked into Chapman's office and asked him if he was serious about letting me try out.
He said yes, so we went out to the track and he timed me.
- He's got me down for the 440 relay.
- Way to go.
Now you'll be writing about sports from the inside.
I don't know, Andrea.
I don't think I should.
- Why not? - It wouldn't be ethical.
Of course it is.
Look at Tim Green.
He plays for the Atlanta Falcons and he's a sports commentator on National Public Radio.
But between working at the Pit and the newspaper and a full class load, something's gotta give.
So you're saying you don't want to write for the paper.
I just don't know if I'm cut out to be a reporter anymore.
What are you talking about, Brandon? You're an excellent reporter.
But I don't like doing it.
I don't like going up to a guy after he's blown the big game and ask him how he feels.
Or coming up with a new way to say they lost again.
I'm a good athlete.
I want a chance to prove it.
Okay, okay.
I get the picture.
You jock.
You free agent, you.
Thanks, Andrea.
You know, Griffin could probably write my column.
Or maybe I'll start writing Sports.
You in a locker room? - I can't picture it.
- I can.
So in light of the fact that I am fully prepared to pay for all my expenses, I propose that I be allowed to drive Brandon's car whenever he's not using it.
I think that's fair, right, Dad? - Well, I- - Great, then it's settled.
You guys can tell Brandon as soon as he gets home.
It sounds like a reasonable request.
That's because you've never driven with her.
- Cindy.
- All I'm saying is, you might wanna take a spin around the block before you agree to anything.
She'll never get the confidence to be a good driver if she doesn't think we trust her.
- Gesundheit.
- Thank you.
- Are you getting a cold? - Whatever gave you that idea? Hi, guys, sorry I'm late.
It's okay.
So, Brandon, Mom, Dad and I have decided that when you're not using your car, I should be allowed to use it.
- Okay.
- Before you give me your answer- Did you say okay? Yeah, I mean, as long as you pay for repairs and I don't have to ride with you, why should I care? Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I'm gonna go call Kelly.
No, Donna.
I'll call Dylan.
- Are you feeling okay? - Yup.
Sure enough.
And I got a new pair of track shoes to prove it.
Brandon.
Coach has you running the second leg of the 440.
- Yeah, I know.
- That was my position.
- Look, Steve, I'm sorry, I- - Hey, way to go, Walsh.
- Relay team never looked better, man.
- Thanks a lot, Conner.
Don't worry.
He cools down quick.
Don't even tell me you're trying out for the track team too? No, man, it's them organized sports.
They're too competitive for me.
- Spoken like a true surfer boy.
- Yeah.
I can't believe you caved on me, man.
- You were my last line of defence.
- What are you talking about? If you're gonna let Brenda drive your 'Stang, that's one thing, but sooner or later, she's gonna wanna drive my Porsche, and I don't think the relationship is that strong.
Dylan, in defence of Brenda, she's not that bad a driver.
David, what are you doing? - I'm changing the station.
- No, go back, I love that song.
- But you like this song too.
- No, I hate this song.
Just put on your seat belt and shut up, David.
- I just wanna put on one song- - Would you two cool it? Green light.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Tell me this isn't happening.
This isn't happening.
Donna, what am I gonna do? You better go talk to her.
I am so sorry.
I didn't think my car was moving, and suddenly - Well, it was too late.
- Don't worry.
It'll be all right.
I want you to know right up front that this was all my fault.
I mean, completely my fault.
I guess we're supposed to report it to the insurance company or the police or something? Oh, well, I don't think that that'll be necessary.
- Really? - Why should we? I mean, my bumper isn't damaged, and your car just has that little ding.
Well, it's my brother's car.
I'll bet he doesn't even notice.
- Thanks for being so understanding.
- Oh, please.
Although I suppose we should exchange phone numbers in case either one of us wind up in traction.
- I'll get a pen.
- Okay.
Pump it up, Burke.
- Learn from the master.
- The power broker.
- Listen to you guys.
- Aren't you impressed? Yeah, I'm impressed.
Are you gonna do another set? - It's all yours, Walsh.
- Thanks.
Although, I don't know.
It's a mighty big machine for such a little tyke like you.
Gosh, you're right, Burke.
I guess I should go in the bathroom and pump myself full of steroids so I can grow up to be a big, bad lug like you.
Let's go, ladies.
We got a rendezvous with destiny.
We being set up here, Sanders? Because if we are, you better come clean right now.
What are you talking about? - Well, guess.
- Tony, he's not with the programme.
I haven't had a chance to talk to him.
Look, Steve.
In sports, winning isn't everything, it's the only thing, right? They don't give scholarships for coming in fourth.
Tell me something I don't know.
So when Beverly kicked our butts this year, the people in this room vowed we had way too much pride to ever let that happen again.
And that's when we formed the Power Pack.
Kyle, how many seconds you shave off your two-mile since you joined the programme? About 20.
I'm ahead of my personal best by almost a foot.
And we can thank mother's little helper for that.
- You guys are doing steroids? - It's not what you think.
This is pure pharmaceutical quality.
Controlled doses designed to peak in mid-May for the state relays in Sacramento.
And then it's over, except for the cheering.
There's some real risk with that stuff.
You talking about side effects? Look, man, we're not about to take those kinds of chances.
And if you stick with the programme, you can't get hurt.
With extra kick in your stride, you could be anchoring the relay team.
That's what you want, isn't it, Sanders? I just wanna letter in something before I graduate.
So do you wanna get with the programme? Oh, hell, I'll try anything once.
All right.
The Power Pack.
All right, what are we gonna do about Walsh? Brandon's cool.
You know, he just wants a letter, same as me.
Trust that guy about as far as I can spit.
Sanders can talk to him, get him to join the programme.
Well, yeah.
I'll talk to him.
You just be careful.
If anybody finds out about this, we're all off the team.
- Kicked out of school.
- Kiss our scholarships goodbye.
Gentlemen, let's not get paranoid, okay? The candy man is here.
Donna, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna say? Bren, it's just a little ding.
- I'm sure he'll never notice.
- You don't know my brother.
I mean, he is completely anal when it comes to his car.
He will see it.
He will torture me.
He will enjoy torturing me.
Well, then don't say anything, and when he asks you about it, play dumb, pretend you don't know what he's talking about.
That's not gonna work.
Why not? You're a great actress.
Yeah, on-stage in summer school.
But in real life, I am the world's worst liar, especially when it comes to Brandon.
But, Brenda, he's never gonna let you drive his car again.
Right now, I don't wanna drive any car.
Bren, don't be like that.
You're a good driver.
Well, you're improving.
Oh, God.
The torture begins.
Hi, Brandon.
Brenda, just the person I've been looking for.
I saw the car out in the driveway.
- Yeah, look, I'm really- - Congratulations.
You defied a basic law of nature.
You got it back in one piece.
I even called Ripley's, and they don't believe it either.
- Wait, Brandon, about the car- - Sorry, Bren, no can do.
- Excuse me? - Let me guess.
You wanna know if you can drive me to the Pit so you can have the car.
How'd you know? Hey, I can read you like a book, sis.
- See you later, Donna.
- Bye, Brandon.
I was going to tell him, I really was.
I don't blame you.
- Where you going? - To bed.
Okay, if you insist, I'll join you.
Nice try.
Why don't you stay here and join me? Sorry.
I'm getting up at 6 to run with Kyle.
You guys are doing it, aren't you? Steve, why is it that every time I try to give you the benefit of the doubt, you always manage to remind me why it is I broke up with you in the first place? Well, that seemed very cordial.
Yeah, really? She always seems to bring out the best in me anyway.
So, what'll it be, buddy? Peach pie? - Chocolate shake? - No way.
I'm in training, just like you, man.
Even though Chapman thinks I'm an expendable item, I don't care.
Listen, I didn't mean to ace you out of anything.
The season's young, so be warned.
Come this time next May, you'll be eating my dust.
Steve, get real.
Nobody from West Beverly is gonna make the state finals.
What about Cahill? He's a long shot, but maybe.
I wish I knew what it was about me that gets him so jacked.
Well, that's what you get for being a reporter.
But I'm not anymore.
I'm right there in the trenches with the team.
Give it time.
You just got to get with the programme.
I'm trying, but you saw what happened today in the weight room.
I make one little joke about anabolic steroids and Cahill and Miller are shooting me the stink eye.
Steroids are something you should never joke about.
Why not? I mean, unless you're getting tweaked on the stuff, what's the big deal? The big deal is that steroids are a serious business.
Are you kidding? Steroids are a very dangerous business.
Haven't you read any of the horror stories? Look, there's a downside to everything.
If you use it in a limited way, all they do is give you a little competitive edge.
Steve, don't take this the wrong way, but that's about the stupidest thing you ever said to me.
They're hormones, man.
They make you irrational and violent.
They cause liver disease and sterility.
Right.
And you know all there is to know about everything, right? It's no wonder those guys don't like you.
Steve.
- Hi, thanks for coming.
- No problem.
Are you okay? You look like you lost your best friend.
Believe me, it might come to that.
You want anything? Soda? Pie? No, I'm fine.
So, what's going on? Suppose I came to you with an article documenting steroid use in the athletic department, would you run it? Are you kidding? Of course I would.
Do you have something you wanna show me? No, no, no.
It's not a story yet.
It's just a hunch.
Does that mean you're back on the paper? Did I ever leave? Well, on behalf of the editorial board, you can still be on the team.
Yeah, I can see it now: "Excuse me, I'm writing an expose that could potentially ruin your life.
Can you pass me the baton and be my friend?" So much for being just one of the guys.
Look, I know how you feel.
I had to go undercover to break the story on the cafeteria.
So, what's it like to keep secrets from your friends? I can't think of anything else that can make you feel so alone.
I can't believe you run six miles every morning.
Yeah, and 12 on weekends.
Loneliness-of-a-long-distance-runner kind of thing.
You know how it is, right, Kel? - Okay, what do you say? - Thank God.
Hey, you did good.
- I'm sorry if I slowed you down.
- No.
No, it's just nice being with you, Kel.
Not having to impress anybody.
Just being myself, you know? Come on.
Hey, Burke.
How's it going? You tell me.
Did you talk to Walsh? - Yeah, I did.
- So? Well, I wouldn't exactly count on him for the programme.
But you definitely have nothing to worry about.
Look, I know Brandon a lot better than you do.
He's a great guy.
You can trust him, I swear.
Steve, what exactly did you tell him about the programme? Nothing.
I didn't say a word.
Good.
What do you say we keep it that way, okay? No problem.
One more.
Come on, buddy.
Push it, push it, push it, push it.
You got it.
Good, man.
- Hey, Steve.
- Hey, Brandon.
All right, Brandon, now you give me ten big ones, man.
- Third set.
- All right.
You got it? One.
Two.
Three.
Keep them even.
Four.
Five.
Steady.
Six.
Come on, you got it.
All right, Big B, you got it.
Oh, man, that was really weak.
You're working hard.
It'll happen for you.
Yeah, I just wish there was a way to make it happen sooner than later.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Steady may win, but slow loses every time.
I hear you.
Is there anything you recommend to boost my performance? Kick me into high gear? Sure.
Eat right, get plenty of rest, and once every day, down a gallon of Geritol.
I always wondered what the secret of your success was.
There's no secrets on this team.
And there's no shortcuts either.
- What do I always say, Tony? - No pain, no gain.
See? If you were writing an article for the paper, you could quote me on that.
From the three-point line.
See that? I should've gone out for the basketball team.
Gee, I thought you went out for that team last year.
Gee, I thought you valued your life.
Oh, if that's Keifer Sutherland, tell him that I'm a little busy.
Hello, Keifer? No, ma'am, you dialled correctly.
Who would you like to speak to? Yeah, just a minute, please.
It's for Brenda Walsh's father.
Hello, Jim Walsh here.
Yes, I'm Brenda's father.
Accident? What accident? The real reason I didn't say anything is because since everyone already thinks I'm such a lousy driver- Which you've just proved in spades.
Look, I didn't prove anything.
Why do you think they call it an accident, Brandon? - I don't know, Bren.
You're the expert.
- Brandon.
Dad, do you see what I'm talking about? Brenda, it's Brandon's car and it's carried on my insurance.
So you had an obligation to both of us to tell us what happened.
Look, I know.
I'm sorry.
I should've, and I would've, but it practically didn't even seem like a real accident.
Brenda, this poor woman is describing a very serious case of whiplash.
It certainly didn't seem like that at the time.
Whiplash can take a while to show up.
If that's Keifer, I'll just tell him to take his car straight over to the body shop.
Hello.
Yeah, how you doing? Well, how about tonight? Hey, man.
How you doing? Come on, let's walk.
It's freezing.
Sure.
Why are we being so secretive? Believe me, Brandon, I don't like keeping secrets.
That's kind of why I'm here.
I heard what you were asking about today in the weight room.
About improving your performance and stuff? Yeah? I know what you were getting at.
You wanna know where you could score some steroids, right? Yeah.
Come on, you don't really wanna get into that stuff, do you? I just want a little competitive edge.
No, what you're really doing is an article for the Blaze, right? How'd you figure that out? I'm good at reading people, especially when they got a secret to hide.
So, what are you saying? Are you telling me that no one on the track team is doing steroids? No, I'm telling you a lot of people are taking them.
Things are out of control.
It's gotta stop before someone gets hurt.
So are you willing to talk to me about it? Brandon, I'm not gonna name names.
And you gotta keep my name out of it too.
No one will ever know we talked.
I give you my word.
Okay.
What do you wanna know? So, Bren, did you get grounded or what? Well, not exactly.
My dad was pretty cool about the accident, although he did say it would be in the best interest if I didn't drive again until hell freezes over.
Wow, that would take a long time.
Psych.
Hello, young sibling.
- Brandon.
- Yeah, Steve.
What's up? Look, I just wanna say I'm sorry for what happened the other night at the Peach Pit.
- I don't know what came over me.
- Forget about it.
No, I really been thinking about this, and you're my best friend, man.
I just didn't wanna get caught up in the middle of you and Burke.
I wish it could be the way things were before we got into this competitive stuff.
- You going down to the gym? - Yeah.
All right, I'll see you there.
Hey.
I was just rereading your piece, Brandon.
I gotta tell you, you have some incredible stuff.
Especially the part where your source describes the pressures of trying to be accepted by the other guys, it really Look, Andrea.
I'm having second thoughts about running the article.
It's a little late, don't you think? We have to be in Chapman's office in five minutes.
Yeah, I know.
You wanted to show him the piece and get a quote, as long as we didn't reveal your source.
I know what I said, Andrea.
But- There's this guy on the team that I'm pretty sure is involved, on the fringes, if at all, and I just don't wanna see him get busted, that's all.
I can barely look at myself in the mirror as it is.
Look, would it help if I were to be the point person on the story from here on out? The thought has crossed my mind.
Whatever you want's okay with me.
Thanks.
I was beginning to give up on you, man.
I hope you ate your Wheaties.
Chapman's timing.
Look, you didn't hear it from me, but the Blaze is publishing an article about steroid use in the athletic department.
Oh, my God.
If you got any 'roids in your locker, I suggest you ditch them.
- Man, I don't believe you.
- Just do it, Steve.
Believe me, gentlemen, if I had the resources at my disposal, each and every one of you would be standing in line in the bathroom with a plastic cup in your hand.
But testing for steroids is not a practical option and it's not going to solve the problem, if there is indeed a problem.
Judging from what Andrea has showed me, we indeed do have a problem on our hands, don't we, gentlemen? Now, until the rest who are using it- And you know who you are.
Until you come forward to stop this recklessness, there will be no practise today, or tomorrow or the day after that.
And if we have to forfeit the whole season, so be it.
I will be in my office the rest of the day.
You're a dead man, Sanders.
- It wasn't me.
- Prove it.
- You prove it.
- Hey, both of you, shut up, okay? Chapman's not gonna forfeit a whole season trying to prove a point he can't prove.
So as long as we keep cool, we got nothing to worry about.
- Or do we? - No.
I hope you're telling the truth.
Tell your friend Walsh he better watch his back.
Kyle, I didn't tell anybody, you gotta believe me.
Kyle, let's go.
I should've bought her the other flowers.
Bren, these are beautiful.
Besides, the bigger basket? The florist said they were more appropriate for a funeral.
Yeah, well, you didn't hear what she sounded like on the phone.
- Oh, God.
- You were so sweet to bring these.
Oh, thank you.
Come in, please.
- I'm Rosemary Winters.
- Dylan McKay.
- Sorry about everything.
- Well, these things happen.
I just wish they'd stop happening to me.
I feel so awful.
I know you do, sweetie.
Can I get you kids anything? I'm fine, thanks.
No, we just came to drop these off and see if there's anything that we can do for you.
Well, that depends on how much influence you have with your father.
- What do you mean? - Well, with a lawsuit pending, I've been advised not to say anything.
Lawsuit? What lawsuit? Don't worry about it.
It sounds worse than it is.
Although, with the insurance companies involved, I don't know how that's going to affect your driving record.
What are you talking about? I'm sorry, Brenda.
I shouldn't be saying anything.
Rosemary, please.
You've got to tell me what's going on.
When I called your father, I was hoping that we could solve this privately.
With a modest amount that would basically pay for my physical therapy and a small amount for my pain and suffering.
Well, he should pay you.
I mean, he knows the accident was my fault.
Well, I would've thought that, but he insists on going through his insurance company, and that really doesn't leave me with any choice but to- You okay? It's just a small spasm.
It'll pass.
I've gotta talk to my dad.
Brenda, I don't want you to get into any trouble on my account.
No, it's okay.
Look, my dad and I are very close.
And once he knows the facts, you'll see what a different person he'll become.
I can't believe that you are standing up for a woman who is threatening to bring a $1 million claim against us! That's highway robbery.
I can't believe you would use insurance to get out of paying what we owe her.
Brenda, that is not the way the insurance companies work.
Oh, that's right, Dad.
They just rip off poor defenceless women who they won't even insure in the first place.
Is that what she told you? Because that's absolutely ridiculous.
- God bless you.
- Thank you.
Dad, you taught us to be compassionate.
To tell the truth and take responsibility for our actions.
If you wanna take responsibility for something, let's remember who hit what car and then kept it a secret from the rest of the family.
Let's take responsibility for that.
When are you gonna understand that there are things that you don't have the experience to handle yet? You mean like driving.
Oh, honey.
- You guys sitting this one out, huh? - Oh, yeah.
Brenda driving, it's not really a great subject right now.
Especially when your father's sick.
Well, goodbye and good luck.
Listen, man, you working? Yeah, it's Thursday.
How's life in the fast lane going? You know, track team.
Is it fun? Is it what you expected? Fun's not a word that comes to mind.
Let's just say it's not what I expected.
Sweet-tooth time at the Taylor house, huh? Yeah, it's true.
My mom's been on a rampage lately.
Well, enjoy it while it lasts.
Brandon.
Steve, what are you doing here in the Peach Pit? - We gotta talk.
- It's just not a good time.
Brandon, time is running out for both of us.
I don't know about you, but I don't wanna get my face kicked in.
- By who? Miller? Burke? - You never stop being a reporter.
When you told everyone you quit, that was just bull, huh? No, Steve, that was the truth.
I wanted to be on the team more than anything.
But when I started seeing my friend's personality starting to change before my eyes, I thought he'd gotten into something he didn't understand.
So I asked a few questions.
And, hey, Ma, lookie what I found.
How deep are you into it? I just started a cycle.
It's no biggie.
When I read the pamphlet the coach handed out, I decided it definitely wasn't worth it.
- I tried to tell you that.
- I know, and I appreciate that.
But what I have to do now is prove that I'm not the guy who blabbed.
That's not gonna be easy, Steve.
Sure it is.
All we have to do is get Andrea to write that I'm not the guy.
- It won't work.
- Come on, of course it's gonna work.
She's in love with you.
She'll do anything you ask her to.
Except compromise the identity of a news source.
Well, this isn't compromising anything.
I can't do it, Steve.
I'm sorry.
Then when you get right down to it, what you're saying is that protecting a source is more important than protecting your friend? No.
I'm saying that I gave this guy my word.
I can't go back on that now.
- Thanks a lot, Brandon.
- Steve, come- That's it.
From here on in, for now and forever, you're on your own.
We ordered pecan and they gave us boysenberry.
- Hey, Kyle.
- Hey.
I warned you exercise could be habit-forming.
I'm not gonna run today.
What, you got up early to keep me company? No, actually, I was hoping maybe you could explain to me what's going on with the track team.
There are all these rumours floating around and I just wanted to get the real story.
Well, it's hard to say.
What do you hear? Well, I don't know if this is right or not, but I guess some of the guys on the team are accusing Steve of helping Andrea write some article about steroids.
He's totally freaked out, because he thinks these guys are gonna kill him.
Yeah, I know all about it, Kel.
What do you wanna know, exactly? Well, first of all, I don't understand why someone would get involved with this stuff.
There are a lot of reasons, I guess.
Pump up, get a hard body, get a competitive edge.
It depends.
If they work out every morning, won't they get the same results? In time, I guess.
I don't know.
- Look, I gotta run, Kel.
- It's just If you could say anything to these guys to help clear Steve's name, that would really mean a lot to me.
I'll see what I can do.
I know he's been cold to you in the past, but it's just because he gets so jealous sometimes, you know? Jealous? Are you sure you got the right guy? Well, you lettered in football.
No, seriously.
He knows how much I like you, and how much I respect you.
Sure, Kel.
It's gonna cause me great bodily damage- Your name is not even mentioned in the article.
I know, but it's kind of implied that I'm the guy who talked to you Hey, little big man.
Did you understand that Spanish homework? I don't suppose I could compare it to mine.
You don't mean copy it? Bren, your father was very explicit: no more contact with Rosemary.
Yeah, that's easy for him to say.
He's not the one who caused her to be immobilized.
All right, fine.
You wanna go, you go.
- I am not gonna be an accomplice.
- Fine.
Be absurd.
Don't drive me, I'll take the bus.
Bren.
Bren Andrea, yes or no? Are you gonna print my statement or not? Not until after we print our story, which might not happen.
I promised if somebody comes forward- - Yeah.
- Steve.
Hey, wanna go chew some nails? No, what I'd like to do is take Andrea and stuff her down Brandon's throat.
They're your friends, imagine what you'd do to your enemies.
No, they are not my friends.
They're more interested in putting a newspaper out.
Wait, what's happening, man? I've been a little out of the loop lately.
It's a long story.
The bottom line is they're organizing a witch hunt to find out who's doing steroids on the track team.
Steroids? That stuff will shrink your gonads, man.
Yeah, I know all about it.
Okay, let's talk about Brandon for a second.
He's not exactly a witch-hunt type of guy.
And if you were in trouble, he'd be there for you.
Goes for me too.
Thanks, man.
Thanks.
Yeah.
My daughter actually saw her aerobicizing in front of the TV.
Thanks for everything, Ernie.
Oh, yeah, I'm drinking lots of tea and all that, you know.
Thanks again.
Bye.
Turns out this poor defenceless woman is a scam artist.
She's claimed 14 accidents in the last three years.
That's why she wouldn't go through my insurance company.
She's even been convicted of backing into another car to initiate a phoney claim.
Well, then she might have caused the accident, not me.
She probably did.
Well, then I'm not a bad driver, I'm a good driver.
Which there's no reason in the world why I shouldn't just start driving again.
Well, with your permission, of course.
God bless you.
Thank you.
Practise has been cancelled again.
Damn it to hell.
This is not gonna blow over, Cahill.
It just isn't.
Chapman is gonna take us to the mat on this.
Any bets? What are you gonna do? Sanders, you got a minute? - He's got a minute.
- Then let's take a walk.
I can prove I'm not the one who talked.
It's okay, we're way past that now.
What we need from you is a favour.
- What kind of favour? - You're a team player, aren't you? I mean, you want us to win the league title, right? Here's the deal: you tell Chapman you started dipping because of how much you wanted to make the team.
You did it yourself and you're never gonna do it again.
- What? You want me to take the fall? - Somebody's gotta do it.
- Chapman isn't gonna punish you.
- Neither will we.
One way or another, you're gonna take a fall.
- No way! - Oh, yeah.
There is a way.
Hey.
Hey! - Get rid of him.
- Burke.
- I'm warning you.
- Burke, leave him alone, all right? - Stay out of it, Conner.
- No, I mean it, man.
I cracked.
I'm the one who told Brandon.
It's me, I'm the one you wanna kill.
Don't blow this, Kyle.
I can't keep living a lie, man.
And neither can you.
So it was heavy? - Yeah, it was definitely intense.
- Sounds like it.
Yeah, they went into Chapman's office and closed the door for 45 minutes.
- Then what happened? - Well, I don't know, I left.
What, you're not gonna write about it? No, seriously, what do you guys think is gonna happen to them? I don't think anyone will get kicked out of school, but I don't think we should expect too much from the track team this year.
Well, actually, I heard the relay team was pretty good.
Well, I'm gonna go call Kyle.
I feel kind of bad for him.
I think he'll be okay.
Yeah, he'll be all right.
- See you.
- Bye.
Wait a minute.
Don't leave.
We have an announcement to make.
- Tell them.
- Today was a history-making event.
Brenda Walsh drove her first Porsche.
- Look out.
- Surrender, Dorothy.
Thank you.
So in order to celebrate, I would like the keys so I can take Donna and David to the movies.
My keys? Yes, please.
To my car? Yes.
I got a really bad feeling about this one.
D, can you give me a ride home? Sure, man.
Let's not forget what happened last time, now, okay? So did she grind the gears? Every time.
I had a feeling.