Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) s04e25 Episode Script
The Time Has Come Today
All you gotta do is go up to Nat and say, "Nat, look, I've been coming here a long time, and I gotta tell you, as a friend, you gotta update the jukebox.
This music is It's out of a time warp.
" - Well, I don't think it's gonna work.
- Of course it will work.
All you gotta do is act sincere when you talk to Nat.
He loves that stuff.
Steve.
Tell him that none of us can relate to this music anymore.
Well, I don't think now would be the best time to tell Nat about this.
Why not? - Hi, Nat.
- Hi.
You really like listening to this music, huh? Like I always say, if you can remember the '60s I had a feeling he was gonna say that.
Donna, I cannot go to Mammoth.
I have a lot of reading to do.
So you can take all your books.
Bren, we had fun going down the slopes in Big Bear.
You had fun.
I was on my butt the whole time.
- Oh, wait till you try it.
- And she will.
Yeah, I said I'd probably go if it's not too cold.
It won't be, and so even if we don't go skiing, they have all these natural hot springs, great restaurants, it'll be fun.
Hey, I'm not the one trying to get my deposit back.
Seriously, Bren, I mean, if I can take a week and not go surfing and go out with you guys, you cannot pull out this late in the game.
Look, I wanna go.
- So go.
- I can't.
What, you can't? What do you mean, you can't? Are you grounded? No, not technically, but my parents wanna know when I'm finally gonna learn how to set limits for myself.
Can't you tell them you'll do that after you're back from spring break? Yeah, tell them you need a weekend away with your friends and we'll straighten you out.
You want me to talk to them? No, I'm just gonna stay here.
Hello.
Oh, hi, Donna.
Yeah, I picked up my skis, they're waxed, I'm psyched.
How about you? I hear you.
Let me see what I can do.
Bye.
- Who was that? - That was Donna.
She was wondering if there's anything she could do to help change your mind about Brenda and the ski trip.
What about Brenda and the ski trip? You mean she's not grounded? - No.
- No.
Hi, guys.
- How are you doing? - Apparently, better than you.
Yeah, we're sorry to hear you got grounded.
Who called? Donna.
Look, I'm sorry.
I got backed into a corner, I needed an excuse.
You were the first thing that popped into my head.
Would you like to be grounded? I don't care.
As long as I don't have to go skiing again.
You know, in the time that we lived here, this bench has become completely warped.
I think you've become completely warped.
Brenda, just answer me one question.
What am I supposed to say to all our friends when we're riding up on the chair lift and they ask me, "What's wrong with Brenda? How come she flaked on us?" What am I supposed to say? "Oh, don't worry about Brenda.
Sure, she lied through her teeth about being grounded, but she only did it to spare your feelings.
" Well, you could tell them that I am grounded.
Why don't you tell them that yourself? Brandon.
Please don't be mad at me.
I'm going through a lot of stuff now.
You're always going through some stuff, Brenda, and you're always going to extremes.
You know what I'm saying? Now, I don't know about everybody else, but I'm getting real tired of dealing with it.
Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired of dealing with it too.
Have fun in Mammoth.
Good morning.
Oh, I was just writing you a note, but now that you're up, you have one last chance to come to the swap meet with us.
- Where is it again? - Pasadena, the Rose Bowl.
- You and Daddy go.
- Oh, come on.
You know, all I really wanna do is go for a bike ride, take a bath, try and find something good to read.
Just try not to think too much.
Okay.
Dear Diary, when I was 10 years old, I made a vow never to keep a diary.
I mean, is there anything more '50s and repressed than pouring your heart to some little black book you hide under your mattress? But the times, they are a-changing, and we all need somebody to love.
So hello, Diary, I'm Wendy, and my New Year's resolution is not to be so uptight.
And make 1968 the best year of my life.
January 2nd.
Went to the Peach Pit last night.
Got in a fight with Peter.
Got in a fight with Will.
Got in a fight with Michelle.
Are we starting to see a pattern here, Diary? The truth is, my friends don't understand me at all.
Brenda? We're off.
Mom, you will not believe what I found underneath the window seat.
We won't be late.
Love you.
Bye.
Dear Diary, I wonder if any future historians will trace the fall of Western civilization to the moment my parents started watching the Vietnam War for dinner.
I mean, my family has always been one part Father Knows Best, one part Twilight Zone.
I can't describe what it's like to sit there, watching the Tet Offensive night after night, while we eat our TV dinners in total silence.
And no one says anything to anyone until there's a commercial.
The communists have definitely infiltrated the antiwar movement.
My brother Will is a little to the right of Attila the Hun.
He always has to talk first.
And you can bet they're dancing in the streets in Moscow and Hanoi.
Although I usually disagree with his political pronouncements, I hardly ever say anything, because I hate it when he and Daddy gang up on me.
If that's what you honestly believe, you don't know anything.
You're naive.
You live in an ivory tower.
Tell her, Dad.
She's naive.
She lives in an ivory tower.
The gravy on this turkey is different, isn't it? - It's new and improved.
- Groovy.
- Far-out.
- Fantastic.
It's going to take courage to tell them.
March 31 st.
Dear Diary, if any of your friends ever wanna know what the generation gap is all about, just send them to my house for 15 minutes.
There we were, with our TV dinners, watching LBJ assuring all of us that we were winning the war in Asia, when all hell broke loose.
- I'll get it.
- I'll get it.
It's probably for me.
If that's who I think it is, tell him to get a haircut.
- Hey, what's happening? - We're still eating.
You weren't supposed to pick me up until they left.
Well, time has become an irrelevant concept to me, I'm sorry.
Wendy, who's out there? Oh, it's Ho Chi Minh, Dr.
Edwards.
Wendy, would you come here, please? Give me a second.
Yeah.
With America's future under challenge right here at home.
I thought we made it perfectly clear that Peter Brinkley is not allowed in this house.
He's not in the house, Daddy.
He's outside by his van.
Thanks for dinner, Mom.
- Where are you going? - To the library.
Not dressed like that, you're not.
Since when did we start letting her wear miniskirts? I won't be home late.
That's right, you won't, because you're not going with that crumbum.
Peter is a serious thinker, Daddy.
You just don't like his politics.
I don't like him.
He's a crumbum.
He is not a crumbum.
Honey, I think you might wanna listen to this.
Oh, man, Rowan and Martin are so much funnier than the Smothers Brothers.
Especially when Goldie goes, "Sock it to me, sock it to me.
" I like that part when Sammy Davis Jr.
Comes down.
Here comes the judge Here comes the judge - You know me.
- You know me.
Commander in Chief will resign and these guys are doing jokes from a television show.
My Natale's the same.
Oh, yeah, he got two lines in a Glenn Ford movie, now he's too big to work here anymore.
Well, you know, Sal, with LBJ out of the picture, there's gonna be a shakeup at the Pentagon.
Who knows, we might have this thing won by Christmas.
That'd be great.
That's a good boy, not like the rest of these son of a Why don't you guys go sit down? I'm gonna change the music.
It's so crowded.
Oh, Maryanne Bagley from the Alpha House just walked in.
- Maryanne Bagley is a prude.
- Oh, but she's so fine.
Just go make a move.
You know what you gotta do to score.
I do? Oh, Seth, come on.
You read Playboy, don't you? We're living in the middle of a sexual revolution here, big guy.
The chicks dig it almost as much as guys do.
We just have to help them get into the right frame of mind.
Go ask her what sign she is.
What sign? That's how Hefner does it.
Right.
- Hi, Maryanne.
- Yes, Seth? So, what's your sign? Oh, well, this one says, "War is not healthy for children and other living things.
" And this one says, "Vote for Bobby.
" Pretty groovy, huh? Yeah.
You were collecting signatures for Bobby Kennedy at a Simon and Garfunkel concert? Yeah, we want him to get on the ballot in time for the primary.
Why? Well, so he can get elected president and end this stinking war, that's why.
Excuse me, I was having a conversation with my sister.
Now, what were you saying about Bobby Kennedy? I was saying we want him to end this stinking war.
"You don't have to be a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
" Time has come for a change and something's happening.
I'll tell you what's happening.
What's happening is you're out of here, all of you.
Nobody gonna make a hippie joint out of my diner.
You tell him, Sallie.
Love it or leave it.
- I say we leave it.
- I say we boycott.
You just violated our civil rights, Mr.
Bussichio.
Oh, yeah? Well, you just violated my stomach.
And to show you I got no hard feelings, Will, get him the record to take, so I don't gotta hear no more.
Now get out of here, all of you! You keep your record, man.
You keep your stinking jukebox.
Come on, let's go.
Will, I'm sorry.
You're not gonna tell Mom and Dad, are you? After that night, I knew that nothing would ever be the same between me and my brother again.
Hell, after that night, nothing would be the same for anybody again.
Dear Diary, I know I promised to drop you a note every day, but the last two weeks have been insane.
The California primary is tomorrow.
When the polls close, a lot of the volunteers are going down to Rancho Park for a private victory celebration before heading over to the Ambassador Hotel to see Bobby.
Peter says the world will be watching what happens in California.
Peter has started going out with Michelle.
They're sleeping together.
They're talking about living together someday.
Is it any wonder why I have a broken heart? You know, this tree has been here longer than the missionaries.
I mean, it was here before Warner Bros.
I bet you if we cut it open, it would tell the story of this planet in its rings.
Peter, this is a sycamore tree.
It's not a sequoia.
It's probably not more than 30 years old.
You really can't trust anything over 30.
Well, maybe we could strip the bark and roll it up and smoke it.
That would be really trippy.
I got a lighter.
Well, I have a joint.
Is that real? Acapulco gold.
Let's try it.
Come on, just this once, please.
You heard the lady.
Light her up.
I don't think this is a good idea.
I'll go talk to her.
She's probably just worried about getting busted.
- Hey, Wendy, come on, I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.
It's just, you know, if I'm near it, I'll wanna try it.
Well, it's okay.
Just, you know, take one hit.
That's all I'm gonna do.
You don't even have to inhale.
Knowing me, I'd probably just flip out.
I'll see you at the victory party.
You scared me.
What's wrong? Robert Kennedy has been shot.
So can I interest you in a piece of pie? Oh, please, I'm stuffed.
I couldn't put another morsel of food in my mouth.
Well, unless, of course, the baby wants some.
- Hi, Bren.
- Hello, Natale.
Natale? That was your billing in Fate is the Hunter.
Did you know - Nat was in a Glenn Ford movie? - No.
What, have you been picking through the archives? Better than that.
I found this old diary from a girl who used to hang out here in the 1960s.
Let me see.
- Who is she? - Wendy Edwards.
Her brother Will worked here in the spring of '68.
Oh, yeah.
I remember him.
I think.
Look at these numbers, Hey, no fair, peeking.
You have to read a diary in sequence.
Sorry, it looks like a code to me.
Well, all I know is that Wendy Edwards went to CU, she grew up in my house and lived in my room.
Really? That's wild.
Yeah, I feel kind of weird, though, like I'm invading her privacy.
I mean, this is her personal diary.
Well, I bet you could track the real Wendy down at the Registrar's Office.
Well, actually, I was thinking of going to the research library, looking her up in an old yearbook or something.
- That sounds like a plan.
- Good.
Is that the original jukebox? I don't know.
Which one of these guys is Sal? The one under the clock.
Not at all like I pictured him.
- Any luck? - I'm sorry.
Just as I suspected.
We haven't transferred the student yearbooks to microfilm yet.
You're gonna have to go up to the sixth floor and see what we have in the stacks.
Thanks.
What years are you looking for? Well, she probably would've graduated in 1969, if she graduated at all.
Didn't a lot of kids take time off back then to get their heads together? "Tune in, turn on and drop out.
" Where were you during those years? Well, I was in junior high, but I did come here for the big hippie Be-In that was going on in the main quad.
When was that? March 31 st, 1969.
One year after Lyndon Johnson announced his resignation.
That's right.
Here it is.
This is what Wendy Edwards had to say about the great hippie Be-In.
Dear Diary, I honestly don't think I was cut out to be a hippie.
I don't get high.
I despise acid rock.
And I don't think there's anything particularly liberating about growing hair under my armpits.
Having said that, let me say that the Be-In was definitely a cosmic happening, especially if you were a dog.
Or Michelle.
I can't help it.
I look at her and I wanna be her.
I wanna be the one playing the tambourine.
Lovely.
Guys, excellent job.
Ladies and gentlemen Or standing next to Peter when he's there doing what he can to raise everyone's consciousness about the war.
Did I say everyone? What I should have said is everyone but one.
Will, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't know, a lot of chicks don't respond to a guy who comes to a love-in dressed in an ROTC uniform.
He's blowing it.
Yeah, right on.
That's what I wanna hear.
You know, I know it's a rhetorical question, but, hey, somebody had to ask it.
The real question is, do you people believe in the Constitution of the United States of America? Oh, this man has been brainwashed, people, by the military-industrial complex.
Do you believe that freedom is worth fighting for? Worth dying for? Listen to that.
He's ready to drop napalm on the Mekong Delta.
Forget the lies they've been telling you about the war in Vietnam.
It is legal, it is moral and it is winnable.
Do the words My Lai massacre mean anything to you, officer, huh? By the time I got up to the podium, Peter and Will were engaged in mortal combat.
They'd probably still be at it if Michelle hadn't lost it right in front of the whole damn Be-In.
I mean, she just fell apart, said she couldn't handle the bad vibes, so Peter called it quits.
But first, he made a point of calling my brother a fascist, who, in turn, call Peter a traitor.
And then they glared at each other, and then they glared at me.
Peace.
And then they went their separate ways.
Peace.
"Sometimes it's hard to believe they were ever best friends.
" Boy, that's powerful stuff.
Yeah, it's all like that.
Your attention, please.
The library will be closing in five minutes.
- Oh, no.
- Don't worry.
I'll go up to the stacks and pull everything you need.
- It'll all be here tomorrow morning.
- Thanks.
That'll give me time to catch up on reading.
- Enjoy it.
- Bye.
At this stage in my life, the last thing I wanted to do was ask my brother Will for a favor.
But when push comes to shove, you gotta go with the flow.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How was 2001? It was a real space odyssey.
Know the part when Hal, the computer, flips out? - Yeah.
- Well, so did Michelle.
It was a real bummer, so we had to leave.
She flipped out? What was the matter? Was she on something? Well She took some LSD.
Well, did you take her to the emergency room? No, we brought her here.
Why did you bring her here? The only way to get her to maintain was to promise her a chocolate shake.
I mean, she's coming now.
She should be fine.
- Where is she now? - In Peter's van.
- Did she get the drugs from that guy? - No.
What about you? Did you do any acid tonight? You know I don't do psychedelics.
Well, except for that time I did mushrooms in Tuna Canyon.
All right.
All right, you can bring her in.
I'll stay with her, talk her down, fix her some food, whatever it takes.
But Peter's gotta wait outside.
Thanks.
I knew my brother would volunteer to take care of Michelle.
The fact is he always had a crush on her, but was too shy to do anything about it.
Hey, Michelle.
Me, on the other hand, I wear my heart like a wheel.
Peter.
Peter, we can't do this.
For sure we can, Wendy.
You've just gotta live in the moment.
I mean, nothing can be more beautiful or spiritual or existentially pure than two bodies and souls melding into one.
Yeah, but if Michelle hadn't OD'd, she would have been the one here melding.
Okay, so Michelle's into her own trip, but you know what? She's not into that bourgeois monogamy thing and neither am I.
I just wanna be free and spontaneous.
I wanna be it with you.
If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with? You know I don't wanna do anything to bum you out or to hassle you.
And I don't wanna make you do anything that you don't wanna do.
I just wanna make love to you.
Yeah, sweet love.
Why do I get so possessive, Diary? Why am I so insecure? I couldn't let him go all the way, not while he's still with Michelle.
I lost what could have been the great love of my life tonight.
I lost Peter Brinkley forever.
I'm surprised Brenda didn't leave the lights on.
Yeah, she must have left early.
You think we paid too much for it? No, it's a great piece.
It's unique.
- Well, maybe 5 percent.
- Yeah.
- Honey, you're here.
- Hey.
What's wrong? I love Dylan.
That's why I didn't go away with them.
Poor Wendy.
Who's Wendy? I think she's losing it.
Dear Diary, sometimes I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore, and I can't figure out if that's bad or that's good.
I just have to learn how to stop living up to other people's expectations.
And learn how to stop being so hard on myself.
Today was a good day, though.
I met Maryanne and Michelle over at the Pit for old times' sake.
What a scene.
Sit down.
Especially with Ronnie and Seth lurking about.
Look at them over there.
Two years ago, they were pledging the same sorority.
Now that sorority folded.
Michelle Carson's on the pill.
How do you know she's on the pill? That's not important now, is it? What's important here is you.
From listening to your rap, I can tell you I'm horny.
I told you Maryanne Bagley was a prude.
I know, I know.
There's just something about her that keeps me hanging on.
I'm gonna take her to the Donovan concert at the Bowl tonight, see if I can turn things around.
Well, then, tonight is the night for the full-court press.
Yeah, well, unfortunately, she's not into contact sports.
Oh, yes, she is.
You just have to find out the games people play and have a little faith.
Well, thank you, Reverend Ike.
Laugh all you want, I'm a believer.
You tell a girl something she wants to hear, you'll get what you want.
Yeah, well, the hard part is figuring out what they wanna hear.
No, you make that up as you go along.
The hard part is trying to convince them to stay in your dorm room after curfew.
That's what's hard.
I really loved the way he did this in concert.
Yeah, Donovan's a genius.
You wanna hear it again? Oh, I'd love to, but Well what about the other side? We could hear that once more.
I don't know.
It's getting late, isn't it? I don't know, is it? No, it's only 11:30.
Well, that can't be.
I mean, the concert ended at 11.
Oh, yeah, you're right.
Someone must've accidentally unplugged my clock radio.
I'll find out what time it is.
At the sound of the tone, the time will be Oh, you're not gonna believe this.
It's 2:15.
Oh, my God, Seth.
You've gotta get me out of here.
It's after hours.
You kidding, you wanna get busted? The R.
A.
's are right by the elevator.
I mean, we could get kicked out of school.
We could get demerits.
What are we gonna do? And what they did, of course, was turn out the lights and go to sleep.
Except they didn't go to sleep, which turned out to be a total bummer in the extreme.
For after Maryanne gave in and went all the way with Seth, he never spoke to her again.
Feeling any better, honey? Oh, a lot better, thanks.
A hot bath was an excellent suggestion, very life-affirming.
Very '60s.
Your mother was telling me about that diary.
Oh, I cannot put it down.
I mean, even though it happened 25 years ago, I can relate to practically everything that Wendy went through.
- I bet we could relate to some of that.
- Yeah, you would.
Actually, there's one part in it that I wanna read to you, come on in.
There's this part where she wrote about war and the Student Mobilization Committee.
It sounds a lot like the way that your father was with you.
Lot of cursing, huh? Well, Wendy's brother kicked in the television set.
Here it is.
"Dear Diary, in Asia, the Vietnamese people are supposedly fighting for the right of self-determination.
" At my house in flats of Beverly Hills, I am fighting for the right to exist.
I'm sorry, this is just more of that same old left-wing rhetoric that's tearing this country apart.
You see, you ask him a question, all you get is a lecture.
For Pete's sake, Will, answer your sister so I can eat my chicken tetrazzini in peace for a change.
I forgot what the question was.
The question is, did you need my permission when you joined the Officers Training Corps? That's not the point.
- Yes or no? - No.
So why do I need your permission to go to a peaceful rally? Because it's not gonna be a peaceful rally.
That's not true, Will.
Dad, this is just another way for Peter Brinkley and the SDS to try to shut down the university.
Not true.
It's gonna backfire.
You'll see, it's gonna become a violent demonstration.
The rally is sponsored by the American Friends Committee, the Newman Center and the Academic Senate.
That is hardly the vanguard of the New American Revolution.
All right, the real question is, are you gonna come and watch my graduation? How can I possibly do that? It's easy.
You don't go to your damn demonstration.
You go with Mom and Dad to the base and you clap for me when I get my commission.
Will.
And not because you support the war, but because I'm your brother.
You know, we can't even parade around the campus because of your rally.
You know how that makes me feel? Book him, Danno! Will, I was watching that program.
Do you see what you've done to this family? In hindsight, I can't help but wonder if Peter and some of the other student leaders hadn't used the rally as a pretext to take over the administration building and see themselves on the evening news.
But in all fairness, there was a real sense of community on the campus that night.
And a sense that our voices would be heard, and our policy demands would be accepted, and the fate of the world would be forever changed because of it.
Wait a minute! What happened to all my soldiers? What happened to their draft cards? Beats me, Uncle Sam.
But as time wore on, I became overwhelmed with an impending sense of dread that the only thing that was gonna happen that night was that most of us were gonna get our heads bashed in.
- Excuse me.
- Wendy, we've been looking for you.
- We don't wanna get arrested.
- Me neither, but I have to find Peter.
Okay, we'll be in the quad.
- Wendy, are you holding? - What? - Do you have any grass? - No.
Just keep your bandannas wet, everything will be all right, okay? - Don't freak out on me.
- I don't wanna get arrested.
You won't.
That's not what's going on here.
Peter, look out! "I was charged with trespassing and resisting arrest.
Fortunately, the charges against me and the other students, including Peter, were dropped.
Unfortunately, my brother and his unit shipped out to Da Nang that morning and I never got the chance to say goodbye.
" Yeah, that's what it was like.
Mom, Dad, peace.
- Good night, honey.
- Good night.
Good night.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Hey there.
- You got a good night's sleep.
I did.
I dreamt I went to Disneyland with Judy Collins and Joan Baez, and we wound up singing folk songs on the Matterhorn.
It sounds like this diary is really getting to you.
I might as well be Wendy Edwards.
I mean, think about it.
We had the same room, we both got arrested and got the charges dropped.
Thank God.
And we both let ourselves get hung up on guys with sideburns.
But you have a much better relationship with your brother than she did.
Well, actually, they ended up making amends.
He wrote her this incredible letter from Vietnam.
Here, let me read it to you.
"Dear Wendy, thanks for the tapes.
" You don't know how much it means to hear from you, especially since we weren't on such good terms when I left.
I've gotta confess, I wasn't really prepared for how disorienting everything is over here.
Morale is pretty low, and even I'm counting the days till we can get over to Bangkok for some R and R.
But until then, we got a job to do, so there's no use in complaining.
Besides, I'm not sure anybody's listening anymore.
I love you.
I miss you.
Will.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get your guys' day started the wrong way.
No, no, no.
Just brings back a lot of memories.
Yeah.
Makes me want to turn back the clock and start over again.
Yeah, it makes me wanna find the real Wendy Edwards.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
I was expecting you.
Did you find her in the yearbook? Well, it's so disorganized up there I was lucky to find the elevator.
- You're kidding.
- Never fear.
I have a friend who works at the Alumni House, and she gave me the last known address for her.
I can't believe I'm gonna meet Wendy.
So tell me, what's the first thing you're gonna ask her? What do the numbers - What? - Look.
This is her last entry, July 18th, 1969.
There's these numbers.
I mean, they just came out of nowhere.
Well, you know what happened July 18th, 1969? Yeah, I do.
Did you order a pizza? One pepperoni and one mushroom.
What kind of crust? For God's sake, Pippa.
There's a man walking on the moon and you're talking about pizza.
There's money in my purse.
Peter? Long time no see.
How have you been? How have you been? It's been kind of intense.
Yeah, I was worried about you.
Wendy, who's out there? It's Neil Armstrong, Dr.
Edwards.
Wendy! You know, you're always getting me in hot water.
Well, I just wanted to come and say goodbye.
You're leaving? Yeah, I'm gonna drive across the country.
Far-out.
By yourself? No, with Michelle.
Before we broke up, we made this pact that we'd go to this rock festival back East, so we're still gonna go.
You're going to Woodstock? I got plenty of room in the van if you wanna go.
I don't think Michelle would appreciate that.
Yeah, I don't even think Michelle will notice.
What? Is she always tripping? Yeah, she's pretty out there lately.
After the concert, she wants to backpack around Europe, or something.
Go live in a commune in the Greek Isles.
And what are you gonna do? I'm not coming back either.
I was thinking maybe Canada.
To live? If I stay here, they're gonna draft me for sure.
Would you come with me, Wendy? Please? So, what did she do? She wrote down these numbers.
When you find out what they mean, will you let me know? I promise.
Say hi to Wendy for me.
Bye.
Wendy? Yes? I think I have something that belongs to you.
Oh, my.
You know, we got pretty whacked by the quake out here, but looking at this after all these years God.
It's a real jolt too, let me tell you.
I always assumed my mother threw it away.
Now I'd be too embarrassed to show it to her.
Is that Pippa? Yeah.
And that's my son Brian, his girlfriend, Michelle.
Michelle? Isn't that ironic? What happened to her? She burned out early.
Died of a heroin overdose in '71, I think it was.
Do you have a photograph of her? Let me see if I can find my old yearbook.
That's Michelle? She was very pretty, wasn't she? I thought she was a blond.
No.
No.
Oh, Maryanne was a blond.
That's Maryanne? - With Seth and Ronnie.
- No way.
Yeah, that's them.
Well, in my imagination, they looked a lot different.
Are you guys still close? At this point, I think it's fair to say we've all lost touch.
Even with Peter? I see his credit on the TV sometimes, but that's it.
What does he do? He's a writer.
What about your brother? How's Will? Will.
Will never made it home.
Do you have any brothers and sisters, Brenda? A brother.
Are you close? I would like to think we are.
Keep working at it.
Times change, people change.
It's so damn easy to take things for granted.
So when things settle down next week, I'll give you a call.
Definitely.
I'll give you tour of the old homestead, buy you a burger or something.
I'd like that.
Oh, you know what, I almost forgot.
In your last entry, you had a bunch of numbers written down.
One-thirty-four, ten, 66 Yeah, what were those? Those are the numbers of the roads we took to get to Woodstock.
You went to Woodstock? Yeah.
Cool.
You take care of yourself, Brenda.
You too.
You know, when I told you you could borrow my car, I didn't think you'd take me up on it.
What are you doing here? We're all here.
- Because it was raining.
- There wasn't much snow.
Yup, and it is sunny and 80 degrees in Palm Springs.
- My grandparents said come on down.
- And you too if you wanna come.
- Far-out.
- Far-out? What's this? You rented the movie Woodstock? - Yeah.
- Both parts? What are you doing calling your sister "Woodstock"? - That'd make you Snoopy, wouldn't it? - Let's check it out.
This music is It's out of a time warp.
" - Well, I don't think it's gonna work.
- Of course it will work.
All you gotta do is act sincere when you talk to Nat.
He loves that stuff.
Steve.
Tell him that none of us can relate to this music anymore.
Well, I don't think now would be the best time to tell Nat about this.
Why not? - Hi, Nat.
- Hi.
You really like listening to this music, huh? Like I always say, if you can remember the '60s I had a feeling he was gonna say that.
Donna, I cannot go to Mammoth.
I have a lot of reading to do.
So you can take all your books.
Bren, we had fun going down the slopes in Big Bear.
You had fun.
I was on my butt the whole time.
- Oh, wait till you try it.
- And she will.
Yeah, I said I'd probably go if it's not too cold.
It won't be, and so even if we don't go skiing, they have all these natural hot springs, great restaurants, it'll be fun.
Hey, I'm not the one trying to get my deposit back.
Seriously, Bren, I mean, if I can take a week and not go surfing and go out with you guys, you cannot pull out this late in the game.
Look, I wanna go.
- So go.
- I can't.
What, you can't? What do you mean, you can't? Are you grounded? No, not technically, but my parents wanna know when I'm finally gonna learn how to set limits for myself.
Can't you tell them you'll do that after you're back from spring break? Yeah, tell them you need a weekend away with your friends and we'll straighten you out.
You want me to talk to them? No, I'm just gonna stay here.
Hello.
Oh, hi, Donna.
Yeah, I picked up my skis, they're waxed, I'm psyched.
How about you? I hear you.
Let me see what I can do.
Bye.
- Who was that? - That was Donna.
She was wondering if there's anything she could do to help change your mind about Brenda and the ski trip.
What about Brenda and the ski trip? You mean she's not grounded? - No.
- No.
Hi, guys.
- How are you doing? - Apparently, better than you.
Yeah, we're sorry to hear you got grounded.
Who called? Donna.
Look, I'm sorry.
I got backed into a corner, I needed an excuse.
You were the first thing that popped into my head.
Would you like to be grounded? I don't care.
As long as I don't have to go skiing again.
You know, in the time that we lived here, this bench has become completely warped.
I think you've become completely warped.
Brenda, just answer me one question.
What am I supposed to say to all our friends when we're riding up on the chair lift and they ask me, "What's wrong with Brenda? How come she flaked on us?" What am I supposed to say? "Oh, don't worry about Brenda.
Sure, she lied through her teeth about being grounded, but she only did it to spare your feelings.
" Well, you could tell them that I am grounded.
Why don't you tell them that yourself? Brandon.
Please don't be mad at me.
I'm going through a lot of stuff now.
You're always going through some stuff, Brenda, and you're always going to extremes.
You know what I'm saying? Now, I don't know about everybody else, but I'm getting real tired of dealing with it.
Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired of dealing with it too.
Have fun in Mammoth.
Good morning.
Oh, I was just writing you a note, but now that you're up, you have one last chance to come to the swap meet with us.
- Where is it again? - Pasadena, the Rose Bowl.
- You and Daddy go.
- Oh, come on.
You know, all I really wanna do is go for a bike ride, take a bath, try and find something good to read.
Just try not to think too much.
Okay.
Dear Diary, when I was 10 years old, I made a vow never to keep a diary.
I mean, is there anything more '50s and repressed than pouring your heart to some little black book you hide under your mattress? But the times, they are a-changing, and we all need somebody to love.
So hello, Diary, I'm Wendy, and my New Year's resolution is not to be so uptight.
And make 1968 the best year of my life.
January 2nd.
Went to the Peach Pit last night.
Got in a fight with Peter.
Got in a fight with Will.
Got in a fight with Michelle.
Are we starting to see a pattern here, Diary? The truth is, my friends don't understand me at all.
Brenda? We're off.
Mom, you will not believe what I found underneath the window seat.
We won't be late.
Love you.
Bye.
Dear Diary, I wonder if any future historians will trace the fall of Western civilization to the moment my parents started watching the Vietnam War for dinner.
I mean, my family has always been one part Father Knows Best, one part Twilight Zone.
I can't describe what it's like to sit there, watching the Tet Offensive night after night, while we eat our TV dinners in total silence.
And no one says anything to anyone until there's a commercial.
The communists have definitely infiltrated the antiwar movement.
My brother Will is a little to the right of Attila the Hun.
He always has to talk first.
And you can bet they're dancing in the streets in Moscow and Hanoi.
Although I usually disagree with his political pronouncements, I hardly ever say anything, because I hate it when he and Daddy gang up on me.
If that's what you honestly believe, you don't know anything.
You're naive.
You live in an ivory tower.
Tell her, Dad.
She's naive.
She lives in an ivory tower.
The gravy on this turkey is different, isn't it? - It's new and improved.
- Groovy.
- Far-out.
- Fantastic.
It's going to take courage to tell them.
March 31 st.
Dear Diary, if any of your friends ever wanna know what the generation gap is all about, just send them to my house for 15 minutes.
There we were, with our TV dinners, watching LBJ assuring all of us that we were winning the war in Asia, when all hell broke loose.
- I'll get it.
- I'll get it.
It's probably for me.
If that's who I think it is, tell him to get a haircut.
- Hey, what's happening? - We're still eating.
You weren't supposed to pick me up until they left.
Well, time has become an irrelevant concept to me, I'm sorry.
Wendy, who's out there? Oh, it's Ho Chi Minh, Dr.
Edwards.
Wendy, would you come here, please? Give me a second.
Yeah.
With America's future under challenge right here at home.
I thought we made it perfectly clear that Peter Brinkley is not allowed in this house.
He's not in the house, Daddy.
He's outside by his van.
Thanks for dinner, Mom.
- Where are you going? - To the library.
Not dressed like that, you're not.
Since when did we start letting her wear miniskirts? I won't be home late.
That's right, you won't, because you're not going with that crumbum.
Peter is a serious thinker, Daddy.
You just don't like his politics.
I don't like him.
He's a crumbum.
He is not a crumbum.
Honey, I think you might wanna listen to this.
Oh, man, Rowan and Martin are so much funnier than the Smothers Brothers.
Especially when Goldie goes, "Sock it to me, sock it to me.
" I like that part when Sammy Davis Jr.
Comes down.
Here comes the judge Here comes the judge - You know me.
- You know me.
Commander in Chief will resign and these guys are doing jokes from a television show.
My Natale's the same.
Oh, yeah, he got two lines in a Glenn Ford movie, now he's too big to work here anymore.
Well, you know, Sal, with LBJ out of the picture, there's gonna be a shakeup at the Pentagon.
Who knows, we might have this thing won by Christmas.
That'd be great.
That's a good boy, not like the rest of these son of a Why don't you guys go sit down? I'm gonna change the music.
It's so crowded.
Oh, Maryanne Bagley from the Alpha House just walked in.
- Maryanne Bagley is a prude.
- Oh, but she's so fine.
Just go make a move.
You know what you gotta do to score.
I do? Oh, Seth, come on.
You read Playboy, don't you? We're living in the middle of a sexual revolution here, big guy.
The chicks dig it almost as much as guys do.
We just have to help them get into the right frame of mind.
Go ask her what sign she is.
What sign? That's how Hefner does it.
Right.
- Hi, Maryanne.
- Yes, Seth? So, what's your sign? Oh, well, this one says, "War is not healthy for children and other living things.
" And this one says, "Vote for Bobby.
" Pretty groovy, huh? Yeah.
You were collecting signatures for Bobby Kennedy at a Simon and Garfunkel concert? Yeah, we want him to get on the ballot in time for the primary.
Why? Well, so he can get elected president and end this stinking war, that's why.
Excuse me, I was having a conversation with my sister.
Now, what were you saying about Bobby Kennedy? I was saying we want him to end this stinking war.
"You don't have to be a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
" Time has come for a change and something's happening.
I'll tell you what's happening.
What's happening is you're out of here, all of you.
Nobody gonna make a hippie joint out of my diner.
You tell him, Sallie.
Love it or leave it.
- I say we leave it.
- I say we boycott.
You just violated our civil rights, Mr.
Bussichio.
Oh, yeah? Well, you just violated my stomach.
And to show you I got no hard feelings, Will, get him the record to take, so I don't gotta hear no more.
Now get out of here, all of you! You keep your record, man.
You keep your stinking jukebox.
Come on, let's go.
Will, I'm sorry.
You're not gonna tell Mom and Dad, are you? After that night, I knew that nothing would ever be the same between me and my brother again.
Hell, after that night, nothing would be the same for anybody again.
Dear Diary, I know I promised to drop you a note every day, but the last two weeks have been insane.
The California primary is tomorrow.
When the polls close, a lot of the volunteers are going down to Rancho Park for a private victory celebration before heading over to the Ambassador Hotel to see Bobby.
Peter says the world will be watching what happens in California.
Peter has started going out with Michelle.
They're sleeping together.
They're talking about living together someday.
Is it any wonder why I have a broken heart? You know, this tree has been here longer than the missionaries.
I mean, it was here before Warner Bros.
I bet you if we cut it open, it would tell the story of this planet in its rings.
Peter, this is a sycamore tree.
It's not a sequoia.
It's probably not more than 30 years old.
You really can't trust anything over 30.
Well, maybe we could strip the bark and roll it up and smoke it.
That would be really trippy.
I got a lighter.
Well, I have a joint.
Is that real? Acapulco gold.
Let's try it.
Come on, just this once, please.
You heard the lady.
Light her up.
I don't think this is a good idea.
I'll go talk to her.
She's probably just worried about getting busted.
- Hey, Wendy, come on, I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.
It's just, you know, if I'm near it, I'll wanna try it.
Well, it's okay.
Just, you know, take one hit.
That's all I'm gonna do.
You don't even have to inhale.
Knowing me, I'd probably just flip out.
I'll see you at the victory party.
You scared me.
What's wrong? Robert Kennedy has been shot.
So can I interest you in a piece of pie? Oh, please, I'm stuffed.
I couldn't put another morsel of food in my mouth.
Well, unless, of course, the baby wants some.
- Hi, Bren.
- Hello, Natale.
Natale? That was your billing in Fate is the Hunter.
Did you know - Nat was in a Glenn Ford movie? - No.
What, have you been picking through the archives? Better than that.
I found this old diary from a girl who used to hang out here in the 1960s.
Let me see.
- Who is she? - Wendy Edwards.
Her brother Will worked here in the spring of '68.
Oh, yeah.
I remember him.
I think.
Look at these numbers, Hey, no fair, peeking.
You have to read a diary in sequence.
Sorry, it looks like a code to me.
Well, all I know is that Wendy Edwards went to CU, she grew up in my house and lived in my room.
Really? That's wild.
Yeah, I feel kind of weird, though, like I'm invading her privacy.
I mean, this is her personal diary.
Well, I bet you could track the real Wendy down at the Registrar's Office.
Well, actually, I was thinking of going to the research library, looking her up in an old yearbook or something.
- That sounds like a plan.
- Good.
Is that the original jukebox? I don't know.
Which one of these guys is Sal? The one under the clock.
Not at all like I pictured him.
- Any luck? - I'm sorry.
Just as I suspected.
We haven't transferred the student yearbooks to microfilm yet.
You're gonna have to go up to the sixth floor and see what we have in the stacks.
Thanks.
What years are you looking for? Well, she probably would've graduated in 1969, if she graduated at all.
Didn't a lot of kids take time off back then to get their heads together? "Tune in, turn on and drop out.
" Where were you during those years? Well, I was in junior high, but I did come here for the big hippie Be-In that was going on in the main quad.
When was that? March 31 st, 1969.
One year after Lyndon Johnson announced his resignation.
That's right.
Here it is.
This is what Wendy Edwards had to say about the great hippie Be-In.
Dear Diary, I honestly don't think I was cut out to be a hippie.
I don't get high.
I despise acid rock.
And I don't think there's anything particularly liberating about growing hair under my armpits.
Having said that, let me say that the Be-In was definitely a cosmic happening, especially if you were a dog.
Or Michelle.
I can't help it.
I look at her and I wanna be her.
I wanna be the one playing the tambourine.
Lovely.
Guys, excellent job.
Ladies and gentlemen Or standing next to Peter when he's there doing what he can to raise everyone's consciousness about the war.
Did I say everyone? What I should have said is everyone but one.
Will, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't know, a lot of chicks don't respond to a guy who comes to a love-in dressed in an ROTC uniform.
He's blowing it.
Yeah, right on.
That's what I wanna hear.
You know, I know it's a rhetorical question, but, hey, somebody had to ask it.
The real question is, do you people believe in the Constitution of the United States of America? Oh, this man has been brainwashed, people, by the military-industrial complex.
Do you believe that freedom is worth fighting for? Worth dying for? Listen to that.
He's ready to drop napalm on the Mekong Delta.
Forget the lies they've been telling you about the war in Vietnam.
It is legal, it is moral and it is winnable.
Do the words My Lai massacre mean anything to you, officer, huh? By the time I got up to the podium, Peter and Will were engaged in mortal combat.
They'd probably still be at it if Michelle hadn't lost it right in front of the whole damn Be-In.
I mean, she just fell apart, said she couldn't handle the bad vibes, so Peter called it quits.
But first, he made a point of calling my brother a fascist, who, in turn, call Peter a traitor.
And then they glared at each other, and then they glared at me.
Peace.
And then they went their separate ways.
Peace.
"Sometimes it's hard to believe they were ever best friends.
" Boy, that's powerful stuff.
Yeah, it's all like that.
Your attention, please.
The library will be closing in five minutes.
- Oh, no.
- Don't worry.
I'll go up to the stacks and pull everything you need.
- It'll all be here tomorrow morning.
- Thanks.
That'll give me time to catch up on reading.
- Enjoy it.
- Bye.
At this stage in my life, the last thing I wanted to do was ask my brother Will for a favor.
But when push comes to shove, you gotta go with the flow.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How was 2001? It was a real space odyssey.
Know the part when Hal, the computer, flips out? - Yeah.
- Well, so did Michelle.
It was a real bummer, so we had to leave.
She flipped out? What was the matter? Was she on something? Well She took some LSD.
Well, did you take her to the emergency room? No, we brought her here.
Why did you bring her here? The only way to get her to maintain was to promise her a chocolate shake.
I mean, she's coming now.
She should be fine.
- Where is she now? - In Peter's van.
- Did she get the drugs from that guy? - No.
What about you? Did you do any acid tonight? You know I don't do psychedelics.
Well, except for that time I did mushrooms in Tuna Canyon.
All right.
All right, you can bring her in.
I'll stay with her, talk her down, fix her some food, whatever it takes.
But Peter's gotta wait outside.
Thanks.
I knew my brother would volunteer to take care of Michelle.
The fact is he always had a crush on her, but was too shy to do anything about it.
Hey, Michelle.
Me, on the other hand, I wear my heart like a wheel.
Peter.
Peter, we can't do this.
For sure we can, Wendy.
You've just gotta live in the moment.
I mean, nothing can be more beautiful or spiritual or existentially pure than two bodies and souls melding into one.
Yeah, but if Michelle hadn't OD'd, she would have been the one here melding.
Okay, so Michelle's into her own trip, but you know what? She's not into that bourgeois monogamy thing and neither am I.
I just wanna be free and spontaneous.
I wanna be it with you.
If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with? You know I don't wanna do anything to bum you out or to hassle you.
And I don't wanna make you do anything that you don't wanna do.
I just wanna make love to you.
Yeah, sweet love.
Why do I get so possessive, Diary? Why am I so insecure? I couldn't let him go all the way, not while he's still with Michelle.
I lost what could have been the great love of my life tonight.
I lost Peter Brinkley forever.
I'm surprised Brenda didn't leave the lights on.
Yeah, she must have left early.
You think we paid too much for it? No, it's a great piece.
It's unique.
- Well, maybe 5 percent.
- Yeah.
- Honey, you're here.
- Hey.
What's wrong? I love Dylan.
That's why I didn't go away with them.
Poor Wendy.
Who's Wendy? I think she's losing it.
Dear Diary, sometimes I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore, and I can't figure out if that's bad or that's good.
I just have to learn how to stop living up to other people's expectations.
And learn how to stop being so hard on myself.
Today was a good day, though.
I met Maryanne and Michelle over at the Pit for old times' sake.
What a scene.
Sit down.
Especially with Ronnie and Seth lurking about.
Look at them over there.
Two years ago, they were pledging the same sorority.
Now that sorority folded.
Michelle Carson's on the pill.
How do you know she's on the pill? That's not important now, is it? What's important here is you.
From listening to your rap, I can tell you I'm horny.
I told you Maryanne Bagley was a prude.
I know, I know.
There's just something about her that keeps me hanging on.
I'm gonna take her to the Donovan concert at the Bowl tonight, see if I can turn things around.
Well, then, tonight is the night for the full-court press.
Yeah, well, unfortunately, she's not into contact sports.
Oh, yes, she is.
You just have to find out the games people play and have a little faith.
Well, thank you, Reverend Ike.
Laugh all you want, I'm a believer.
You tell a girl something she wants to hear, you'll get what you want.
Yeah, well, the hard part is figuring out what they wanna hear.
No, you make that up as you go along.
The hard part is trying to convince them to stay in your dorm room after curfew.
That's what's hard.
I really loved the way he did this in concert.
Yeah, Donovan's a genius.
You wanna hear it again? Oh, I'd love to, but Well what about the other side? We could hear that once more.
I don't know.
It's getting late, isn't it? I don't know, is it? No, it's only 11:30.
Well, that can't be.
I mean, the concert ended at 11.
Oh, yeah, you're right.
Someone must've accidentally unplugged my clock radio.
I'll find out what time it is.
At the sound of the tone, the time will be Oh, you're not gonna believe this.
It's 2:15.
Oh, my God, Seth.
You've gotta get me out of here.
It's after hours.
You kidding, you wanna get busted? The R.
A.
's are right by the elevator.
I mean, we could get kicked out of school.
We could get demerits.
What are we gonna do? And what they did, of course, was turn out the lights and go to sleep.
Except they didn't go to sleep, which turned out to be a total bummer in the extreme.
For after Maryanne gave in and went all the way with Seth, he never spoke to her again.
Feeling any better, honey? Oh, a lot better, thanks.
A hot bath was an excellent suggestion, very life-affirming.
Very '60s.
Your mother was telling me about that diary.
Oh, I cannot put it down.
I mean, even though it happened 25 years ago, I can relate to practically everything that Wendy went through.
- I bet we could relate to some of that.
- Yeah, you would.
Actually, there's one part in it that I wanna read to you, come on in.
There's this part where she wrote about war and the Student Mobilization Committee.
It sounds a lot like the way that your father was with you.
Lot of cursing, huh? Well, Wendy's brother kicked in the television set.
Here it is.
"Dear Diary, in Asia, the Vietnamese people are supposedly fighting for the right of self-determination.
" At my house in flats of Beverly Hills, I am fighting for the right to exist.
I'm sorry, this is just more of that same old left-wing rhetoric that's tearing this country apart.
You see, you ask him a question, all you get is a lecture.
For Pete's sake, Will, answer your sister so I can eat my chicken tetrazzini in peace for a change.
I forgot what the question was.
The question is, did you need my permission when you joined the Officers Training Corps? That's not the point.
- Yes or no? - No.
So why do I need your permission to go to a peaceful rally? Because it's not gonna be a peaceful rally.
That's not true, Will.
Dad, this is just another way for Peter Brinkley and the SDS to try to shut down the university.
Not true.
It's gonna backfire.
You'll see, it's gonna become a violent demonstration.
The rally is sponsored by the American Friends Committee, the Newman Center and the Academic Senate.
That is hardly the vanguard of the New American Revolution.
All right, the real question is, are you gonna come and watch my graduation? How can I possibly do that? It's easy.
You don't go to your damn demonstration.
You go with Mom and Dad to the base and you clap for me when I get my commission.
Will.
And not because you support the war, but because I'm your brother.
You know, we can't even parade around the campus because of your rally.
You know how that makes me feel? Book him, Danno! Will, I was watching that program.
Do you see what you've done to this family? In hindsight, I can't help but wonder if Peter and some of the other student leaders hadn't used the rally as a pretext to take over the administration building and see themselves on the evening news.
But in all fairness, there was a real sense of community on the campus that night.
And a sense that our voices would be heard, and our policy demands would be accepted, and the fate of the world would be forever changed because of it.
Wait a minute! What happened to all my soldiers? What happened to their draft cards? Beats me, Uncle Sam.
But as time wore on, I became overwhelmed with an impending sense of dread that the only thing that was gonna happen that night was that most of us were gonna get our heads bashed in.
- Excuse me.
- Wendy, we've been looking for you.
- We don't wanna get arrested.
- Me neither, but I have to find Peter.
Okay, we'll be in the quad.
- Wendy, are you holding? - What? - Do you have any grass? - No.
Just keep your bandannas wet, everything will be all right, okay? - Don't freak out on me.
- I don't wanna get arrested.
You won't.
That's not what's going on here.
Peter, look out! "I was charged with trespassing and resisting arrest.
Fortunately, the charges against me and the other students, including Peter, were dropped.
Unfortunately, my brother and his unit shipped out to Da Nang that morning and I never got the chance to say goodbye.
" Yeah, that's what it was like.
Mom, Dad, peace.
- Good night, honey.
- Good night.
Good night.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Hey there.
- You got a good night's sleep.
I did.
I dreamt I went to Disneyland with Judy Collins and Joan Baez, and we wound up singing folk songs on the Matterhorn.
It sounds like this diary is really getting to you.
I might as well be Wendy Edwards.
I mean, think about it.
We had the same room, we both got arrested and got the charges dropped.
Thank God.
And we both let ourselves get hung up on guys with sideburns.
But you have a much better relationship with your brother than she did.
Well, actually, they ended up making amends.
He wrote her this incredible letter from Vietnam.
Here, let me read it to you.
"Dear Wendy, thanks for the tapes.
" You don't know how much it means to hear from you, especially since we weren't on such good terms when I left.
I've gotta confess, I wasn't really prepared for how disorienting everything is over here.
Morale is pretty low, and even I'm counting the days till we can get over to Bangkok for some R and R.
But until then, we got a job to do, so there's no use in complaining.
Besides, I'm not sure anybody's listening anymore.
I love you.
I miss you.
Will.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get your guys' day started the wrong way.
No, no, no.
Just brings back a lot of memories.
Yeah.
Makes me want to turn back the clock and start over again.
Yeah, it makes me wanna find the real Wendy Edwards.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
I was expecting you.
Did you find her in the yearbook? Well, it's so disorganized up there I was lucky to find the elevator.
- You're kidding.
- Never fear.
I have a friend who works at the Alumni House, and she gave me the last known address for her.
I can't believe I'm gonna meet Wendy.
So tell me, what's the first thing you're gonna ask her? What do the numbers - What? - Look.
This is her last entry, July 18th, 1969.
There's these numbers.
I mean, they just came out of nowhere.
Well, you know what happened July 18th, 1969? Yeah, I do.
Did you order a pizza? One pepperoni and one mushroom.
What kind of crust? For God's sake, Pippa.
There's a man walking on the moon and you're talking about pizza.
There's money in my purse.
Peter? Long time no see.
How have you been? How have you been? It's been kind of intense.
Yeah, I was worried about you.
Wendy, who's out there? It's Neil Armstrong, Dr.
Edwards.
Wendy! You know, you're always getting me in hot water.
Well, I just wanted to come and say goodbye.
You're leaving? Yeah, I'm gonna drive across the country.
Far-out.
By yourself? No, with Michelle.
Before we broke up, we made this pact that we'd go to this rock festival back East, so we're still gonna go.
You're going to Woodstock? I got plenty of room in the van if you wanna go.
I don't think Michelle would appreciate that.
Yeah, I don't even think Michelle will notice.
What? Is she always tripping? Yeah, she's pretty out there lately.
After the concert, she wants to backpack around Europe, or something.
Go live in a commune in the Greek Isles.
And what are you gonna do? I'm not coming back either.
I was thinking maybe Canada.
To live? If I stay here, they're gonna draft me for sure.
Would you come with me, Wendy? Please? So, what did she do? She wrote down these numbers.
When you find out what they mean, will you let me know? I promise.
Say hi to Wendy for me.
Bye.
Wendy? Yes? I think I have something that belongs to you.
Oh, my.
You know, we got pretty whacked by the quake out here, but looking at this after all these years God.
It's a real jolt too, let me tell you.
I always assumed my mother threw it away.
Now I'd be too embarrassed to show it to her.
Is that Pippa? Yeah.
And that's my son Brian, his girlfriend, Michelle.
Michelle? Isn't that ironic? What happened to her? She burned out early.
Died of a heroin overdose in '71, I think it was.
Do you have a photograph of her? Let me see if I can find my old yearbook.
That's Michelle? She was very pretty, wasn't she? I thought she was a blond.
No.
No.
Oh, Maryanne was a blond.
That's Maryanne? - With Seth and Ronnie.
- No way.
Yeah, that's them.
Well, in my imagination, they looked a lot different.
Are you guys still close? At this point, I think it's fair to say we've all lost touch.
Even with Peter? I see his credit on the TV sometimes, but that's it.
What does he do? He's a writer.
What about your brother? How's Will? Will.
Will never made it home.
Do you have any brothers and sisters, Brenda? A brother.
Are you close? I would like to think we are.
Keep working at it.
Times change, people change.
It's so damn easy to take things for granted.
So when things settle down next week, I'll give you a call.
Definitely.
I'll give you tour of the old homestead, buy you a burger or something.
I'd like that.
Oh, you know what, I almost forgot.
In your last entry, you had a bunch of numbers written down.
One-thirty-four, ten, 66 Yeah, what were those? Those are the numbers of the roads we took to get to Woodstock.
You went to Woodstock? Yeah.
Cool.
You take care of yourself, Brenda.
You too.
You know, when I told you you could borrow my car, I didn't think you'd take me up on it.
What are you doing here? We're all here.
- Because it was raining.
- There wasn't much snow.
Yup, and it is sunny and 80 degrees in Palm Springs.
- My grandparents said come on down.
- And you too if you wanna come.
- Far-out.
- Far-out? What's this? You rented the movie Woodstock? - Yeah.
- Both parts? What are you doing calling your sister "Woodstock"? - That'd make you Snoopy, wouldn't it? - Let's check it out.