Brandon.
Come on.
Brandon, wake up. We have school in 16 minutes.
Dream on.
Wake up!
I'm sorry, but our deal was you weren't gonna travel,
and I wasn't gonna gripe.
I just think if you get to travel on business,
then I get to gripe at home.
Which brings me to the bottom-line question,
when are you coming back?
How many calories are in a kiwi anyway?
Twelve a slice.
No, tonight is not soon enough, but it'll definitely do.
Yeah, we'll come up with something special to welcome you.
No wonder everybody out here has a great body.
- Everything healthy is delicious. - Well, at that price, it'd better be.
- What time's Dad due home? - By dinner, if his plane's on time.
Yes, your children are right here.
Yes, they're fine. They're fine.
In fact, they're totally bad, or I don't know, maybe it's rad.
I don't have the lingo down yet.
Yeah, me, too. I'll see you tonight. Bye.
Poor Dad. He transfers out here from the Midwest
and his first business trip's back to Chicago.
Yeah. Kind of makes you wonder what we're doing out here, doesn't it?
Yo, West Beverly, this is TGIF in a major way today
'cause the sun is shining
and yours truly is stoked for some major tanning this weekend.
Check it out. 'Cause if life's a beach, then why not live it?
This here's DJ Mike MC,
the voice of rhyme and reason, on KWBH,
a def jam that's always pleasing.
Ciao, adios, sayonara, shalom. See ya.
- I knew it. - What?
That I'd be going to the beach, I knew it.
Yeah, you and everyone else around here.
No, no, no, I'm serious. I had a dream about it last night.
Kelly!
- Brenda. Hi. - Hi.
- You remember my brother. - Hi, Brenda's brother.
- Brandon. Hi. Hi. - Hi.
- So what're you guys up to? - This weekend? Working on my back.
I spent all last Saturday lying on it, so my tan is totally uneven.
At least you have one. I'm starting from scratch.
Well, start this weekend. Secos State Beach is gonna be a major scene.
Great. Look, I'll see you guys later, okay?
Brenda, your brother is dope.
So, anyway, you know, I am in desperate need of a new look.
Oh, yeah? Well, with that new nose, you'll need one, Kel.
What's next? Tummy tuck? Liposuction? Pierced nostril?
No, Steve, I'm just gonna have your mouth wired shut.
Come on, before he asks for alimony.
Oh, yeah. Well, after a year with you, I deserve it.
- I love it. I love it! - What?
Kelly Taylor at Secos Beach, in a bikini, huh?
- Steve! Steve Sanders! How's it going? - It's gone.
Did you see the Hartley House? It was my favorite rerun.
The episode where the Hartleys enter Mary Jo
in the "Mother of the Year" contest
and by accident their essays go to the President.
Look, I don't watch the show, okay?
Why should you? I mean, you've got Mary Jo Hartley
as your real-life mom.
God, it must be incredibly cool to have Samantha Sanders as your mother.
Steve? Later, dude.
Gee, Dave, I don't think he likes you.
I was wondering when you'd waltz in here.
Oh, good morning, Andrea. So nice to see you, too.
Hi, Miss Rye.
Our ace sports writer. Always a pleasure.
Here, Ace, your next assignment.
Sorry, chief.
I don't do editorials, especially when they're called,
"From the Midwest to West Beverly: A Transfer Student Speaks. "
So change the title.
- A little help, Miss Rye? - I'm just the advisor. She's the boss.
Brandon, just try it.
You might be surprised by what happens.
Besides, you're too good just to cover sports anyway.
Really? You think?
She does.
Okay, fine. I'll try it.
Great. Deadline's tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? That's one day. - And a night.
Andrea, I think it'll keep till Monday.
Morning. First thing.
- You are relentless! - Thank you.
Down. Open.
Up.
Left.
- What is it? - Floor plan.
- What for? - The perfect dance club.
I see you've done your homework, man.
Looks are deceiving. I've never set foot inside a club.
Every time I try, I get carded.
So how'd you design it?
I used my imagination instead of my experience.
Oh, how sweet. How touching.
- A little dork with big dreams. - But no experience.
Yeah.
At least I'm not the missing link.
What did you say?
Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, guy.
Where's that erase command anyway, huh?
Touch that board, my friend.
Please.
Touch it.
You know, the tragedy of this country
is that cretins like you two end up running it.
Yeah, and losers like you end up...
Let me tell you something just so you know in advance,
I'm not in a good mood today.
In fact, I'm feeling a little hostile.
You're doing a good job, kid. Keep up the good work.
Your friend's pretty cool.
I never seen the guy in my life.
Hey.
My name's Brandon Walsh.
Brandon Walsh.
Scotch or Irish?
Both, actually, by way of Minnesota.
Listen, what you did to those two nimrods back there was great.
Yeah, well, I just don't believe in winning through intimidation.
Unless of course I'm doing the intimidating.
Are you hungry?
I got next period off. We could go grab a bite.
Yeah. Let's do lunch.
Don't see much water in Minnesota.
Lots of lakes. No oceans.
My sympathies.
Come on.
- Where're we going? - Field trip.
I don't know, Dylan. I got this editorial I gotta write.
Yo, McKay!
What's up, bro? Let's get in the green room!
Come on, Dylan, let's catch some waves!
Man, I dreamed about this place.
Who doesn't?
Welcome to paradise, man.
Welcome to your dream come true.
Wipe out!
Barney!
Are you all right?
I got you.
Are you all right?
Yo, Minnesota!
You all right?
I love this.
Barney!
When you graduate to the big board, we'll have to tie it to your ankle.
I think that's a little optimistic.
Hey, when we got here, those guys told Dylan to get in the green room.
Is that what you guys call the ocean?
No, the ocean's our house and the green room's the gnarliest place in it.
When you're in the green room, you're riding the perfect wave.
You don't go to West Beverly, do you?
Me? No. I don't go to West Beverly or Beverly.
I live in the Valley.
You know, darkness at the edge of town.
- So, how do you know Dylan? - I don't.
I mean, who does? The guy's not exactly an open book.
Not that he'd let me read into him anyway.
Then what's he doing here?
Dylan just likes to hang with us,
you know, bust a few with Eric and Duane.
My real name's Sarah.
Eric and Duane call me Betty, 'cause that's what they think I am,
some dumb little surf betty, you know.
But I got my own stick. And I can match any guy on it.
I bet you can.
You're really nice.
- Yeah, well, I'm from out of town. - I can tell.
Well, we're here every morning at 6:00. Sunrise surf.
And it's awesome.
I'm there, Sarah.
- Good. - Good.
Gross, grosser, grossest.
Kelly, come on. Some of this stuff would look great on you.
We're going to the beach, not the Valley.
Oh, wow. Oh, Brenda. Yes.
These are hot. These are you.
These are $150.
Well, chic or cheap, the choice is yours.
No, it's yours.
I can't afford to choose.
- Hi. Paper or plastic? - Plastic.
Toujours plastic.
Steven. Steven.
What's up, Mom?
Are we still on for dinner, or do you have too much homework?
What, are you kidding?
Give up a dinner with a mother who's both talented and famous?
Flattery will get you everywhere.
Sweetie, do you know the Silver boy? I believe he's new.
- What about him? - His father's Mel Silver.
He's producing a new series with a part I'd be perfect for.
Oh, so you want me to be nice to his son?
I want you to be nice to everyone.
But if you do see this David Silver, it wouldn't hurt to tell his dad I'm a fan,
would it?
No, Mom. Even if it means talking to him.
Look, I gotta go. You're on.
Eighteen degrees in October? Welcome to tropical Chicago.
Of course it's 50 degrees warmer here.
It's one of the main reasons I agreed to move.
You do remember our agreement, don't you, Jim?
Mom, did you unpack the sewing kit yet?
Linen closet. Top shelf. Your father's on the phone.
Oh. No, he isn't. He has to go. He sends his love.
- I love you, too, Daddy. - Yeah, your daughter loves you, too.
Yeah, and so does your wife.
Call me later. Okay, bye-bye.
- Hey. - Hey, yourself.
- So, where is he? - Oh, he's still in Chicago.
Staying till tomorrow.
Well, so much for our big "welcome back" feast.
Which means there'll be more for the three of us.
Better make that two.
Paper assigned me an editorial.
Really? What about?
Oh, you know, about moving here, being here.
Worked on it all afternoon.
I figure I'm good for a couple more hours at the library
before my brain totally shuts down.
Hey, how about some fuel for the rest of you?
No. Thanks.
I think I'd rather just keep running on empty. Bye.
- Don't work too hard. - I won't.
- So, did we get Daddy's permission? - Nope, we got Mom's.
What you doing?
Trying to make for free what those trendy stores sell for $150.
- You need any help? - All I can get.
You know, that paper's certainly keeping your brother busy.
Yeah, I'm swamped enough with schoolwork.
This girl who graduated last year came back to visit.
I heard her say that West Beverly was harder than college.
What isn't harder out here?
Oh. You know what I mean.
More homework, bigger homes, better clothes...
Not better. Just more expensive.
Well, I'm glad you know the difference.
Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I like watching Kelly
give her credit cards a workout.
I wonder what it would be like to be able to take it all for granted.
Do you like this?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's good.
Good.
So, is this what you call the Sunset Strip, man?
No. That's what the tourists call it.
Maybe he'll get hip by graduation.
- I think he's fine right now. - I bet you do.
What are you two doing here?
Same thing you are, waiting for something to happen.
Yeah, well, it ain't happening here.
- Come on. - Where're you going?
- Anywhere but here. You wanna come? - Yeah, sure, Dylan. I'd love to.
Hey. She goes where we go.
Isn't that her decision?
Oh, well, you heard him. Decide.
We'll follow you.
What's this?
Oh, a little leisure reading.
"Byron: The collected works"?
Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
That was him and that's me.
Your surfer buddies know you read poetry?
Those boneheads wouldn't know a poem if it walked up and bit them.
- Except Betty. She's cool. - She doesn't think so.
She would if those guys didn't treat her like a doormat.
Hell, we all think we deserve something better,
but Betty really does.
Yo, McKay! Where're we going?
- What are we doing here? - Visiting friends.
I thought you people from the Midwest were supposed to be so sociable.
Come on.
So, Dylan, these friends of yours know we're coming?
Of course.
Voila.
Well, don't just stand there. Come on.
Where do you suppose...
Let there be light.
This is so outrageous.
Hey, don't just stand there. Come on in.
Okay, come on, Dylan. Let's just get out of here.
Go grab a burger or something.
Hey, I got a better idea. Let's stay and grab one.
Room service. This is room 211.
Dylan, come on.
I'd like to order five cheeseburgers, please. Medium well.
- Is that all right with you guys? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah, five orders of French fries.
All right, that's it. I'm out of here.
Minnesota, really, you gotta relax.
Look, if I want to relax, I'll do it in my own room, not somebody else's.
- Hey, Brandon, wait. - For what?
To get busted for breaking and entering?
- It was just for fun. - Not where I'm from, it isn't.
Come on, Brandon. Stay with me.
You better make that order for four.
Hey, Minnesota, wait up.
The name's Brandon, all right? Brandon Walsh.
- It's Scotch-Irish, remember? - How could I forget?
Excuse me, when your order is ready,
would you be eating on the terrace or up in your suite?
- Upstairs is cool, Tony. - Very good, sir.
You live here?
Dad's corporate pad. It's mine when he's out of town.
- And how often is that? - Often as possible.
You see, my parents, they aren't exactly into parenting.
But, oh... Don't tell them upstairs.
Wouldn't want to spoil the fun.
No, no, no. We wouldn't want to do that.
Well, stick around.
Henry downstairs makes the best French fries in town.
Brandon, come on. You wouldn't want to ruin my reputation.
You're right.
I wouldn't want to ruin the only real thing you've got.
- Any year you're ready, Bren. - I said you could come in.
What are you so crabby about, anyway?
Lousy night.
You know, I've got news for you.
No one enjoys spending Friday night studying.
I wasn't at the library.
I hung out on the Sunset Strip, or whatever it's cool to call it,
and the Bel Age Hotel.
- For your editorial? - No, for fun.
At least, that was the idea.
Ignoring the most obvious question, which is why wasn't I invited,
- how did you end up at the hotel? - This guy I know.
- His parents keep a suite there. - Guy? What guy?
He's in my tech class. His name's Dylan McKay.
Wake up, Brandon. Everybody knows about Dylan McKay.
- Knows what? - That he's, like, major trouble.
I heard he got this girl in Paris pregnant.
I'm not surprised. And you know what? I don't care.
You know, I think for a while
I'm just gonna go back to being
my old, basic uncool self.
Why, Kelly, so nice to see you.
Honey, she's here!
What I could do with a car like that.
Yeah, what I'd do with a daughter like that.
- Brenda... - I look awful.
- You look great. - Really?
I take it all that mascara's waterproof?
Oh, Mom, don't start.
So, how great?
Greater than that fashion victim out there.
- Kelly? How does she look? - Like a reject from a Megadeth video.
Yeah, well, she paid a fortune for that outfit.
Well, come on.
- No, I don't think so. - Brandon, it'll be fun.
- I'm not happy with my viewpoint. - You're not happy, period.
I mean, all you do is study.
- Lf I go, who'll keep Mom company? - Oh, no. No, not on my account.
You were at the library till late last night.
- Yeah, but... - Brandon, we're in California.
It's the beach. What have you been dreaming about?
Really, I'm fine. I'm okay.
The sun block's upstairs.
- This is great. - This is bogus.
I don't see a single person that I would want to talk to.
- Besides, I'm freezing. - Well, you should've dressed warmer.
Donna, I didn't pay a small fortune to look like an Eskimo.
I have to go check on my brother. He doesn't know anyone.
Hey, Kel. Warm enough?
Surf dudes unite!
We're united.
Welcome, welcome.
I'm organizing an organization against tourists from West Beverly.
They walk this way, they get their ass kicked.
Yeah.
This beach belongs to us.
The beach and Betty.
Oh, boo-hoo. We hurt her feelings.
Oh, she's just bummed 'cause she'd rather hang out with them.
I wouldn't socialize with those... For anything.
- Here, Brandon. Help yourself. - No. Thanks.
Guys,
he's a teetotaler.
- And I'm totaled. - Yes.
Hey, I'll see you guys later.
- Later, bro. - Hey, wait.
I was just being friendly.
Yeah, well, you were friendlier yesterday.
You were also sober.
- I thought you liked me. - I do.
But this isn't you.
Be careful, okay?
Oh, come on, surf's up.
Okay, look, you got sand in our Cheetos. Thanks.
Yo, Minnesota!
What, you still not cool yet?
- Not cool enough for you. - Hey.
Last night was supposed to be fun.
If it wasn't, well, I apologize.
But it was supposed to be.
You know, you told me why Betty hangs with those guys,
but what I want to know is, why do you?
Look, if I wanted to hang with them,
I'd be over there right now, drinking myself into a stupor,
but I'm not.
I'm standing here 'cause I'm sorry.
I want to be your friend.
Truce?
Truce.
Cool. You coming?
- No, my sister's back there. - Well, I'm out of here. Later.
Hey, Steve.
Some party, huh?
Yeah, it's all right. How you doing?
Just fine. Fine. I... I'm doing fine. Fine, sir.
You know, my mom knows your dad. She said to say hello.
- Oh, really? I'll tell him that. - All right, do that.
- I'll see you around. - All right.
Sorry.
David, your dad doesn't know Samantha Sanders.
Who cares? We're in.
This party is totally beat.
Does that mean we're leaving?
- Means I am. - Me, too.
I'll go find Brandon.
- Hey, Bren. - Hey.
- Are you having fun? - In a word? No.
Good. Kelly wants to leave.
- I think she just did. - No way, I just left her.
- I can't believe it. - I can.
Come on. Someone else will give us a ride.
Brandon, I don't believe people surf when it's this cold.
That's Sarah.
Brandon!
- She's not breathing. - Oh, my God.
911, Brenda. Right now!
Okay. Okay.
Oh, come on, Sarah, breathe.
Breathe! Come on!
- So, you're sure she'll be okay? - Thanks to you two.
Her body temp had already dropped two degrees from exposure.
Is that normal?
Depends on what your definition of normal is.
Happens all the time to alcoholics.
- Are you saying she's an alcoholic? - Nobody drinks that much for fun.
- They're all right? - They're fine. They're also heroes.
You should've seen him, Mom.
The paramedics said that he saved that girl's life.
- But you're all right? - Really, Mom. We're fine.
- And we're sorry. - What've you got to be sorry about?
I mean, you heard the doctor, you're heroes.
I think she meant you must've been worried.
Worried? Me?
What reason would I have to worry?
I mean, your father goes away on business, you two go to the beach,
I don't hear from you for hours
and the next thing I hear is some hospital calling to tell me
to come get my children.
I have to tell you something.
If this is a day in a life of your basic Beverly Hills family,
we're moving back to Minnesota.
Hey, dude.
Yo, Minnesota, glad you could make it.
Hey, where's your stick, bro?
Where's Sarah?
- Who? - He means Betty.
Got me, man.
When we split last night, she was stoked to surf
right then and there, huh, bro?
What happened?
You guys are scum.
Excuse me?
No way. Not now, not ever.
Hey, whoa.
Look...
All right, enough.
I said, enough! Enough!
What happened to her?
Call Malibu Hospital. They'll tell you.
- She better be all right. - She is, no thanks to them.
- Hey, man, we didn't know. - You didn't care, either.
Man, that guy is a real tool.
Hey, thanks, man.
Sorry I didn't stick around last night to help.
- Well, you didn't know. - I should have.
Hey, you up for breakfast?
I've... I've got an editorial to write.
The one you were supposed to write the other day when I dragged you out here?
Yeah.
Only now, I know what to write it about.
Kelly called again.
Next time tell her I moved back to Minneapolis.
- She feels bad enough already. - She should.
I think you're being too hard on her, Bren.
I mean, how do you learn to be considerate of people
when no one's ever been considerate of you?
Well, that's very mature, Brandon,
but you aren't the one she's never considerate of.
Here.
- What's this? - Just read it.
"The Green Room. By Brandon Walsh. " What's a green room?
Just read.
"There's an expression surfers use for the curl of a perfect wave.
"It's called the green room,
"and getting inside, it's the peak of the ride. "
This is about sports?
It's my viewpoint, Bren. Just read it, okay?
Okay, I'm sorry.
"To a new student like myself,
"the green room might as well be West Beverly
"because getting inside it,
"to the 'in' crowd, the 'in' parties, the 'in' clothes and 'in' cars,
"requires a skill they never taught us back in Minnesota.
"Or so I thought.
"That was when I took it all at face value,
"when I believed people's images and played along with them.
"What I've learnt is that appearances can be very deceiving,
"and if you believe them, you deceive yourself more than anyone else.
"I know better now.
"So when you meet me in the halls or in class
"or on the lawn at lunch,
"I'll be looking for more than meets the eye.
"And I hope you will, too.
"'Cause that's where the green room is. "
Brandon, it's beautiful.
You think?
I'm so touched, I may even call Kelly and forgive her.
Well, now, I wouldn't want you to do anything too hasty.
Yeah, I'll let her suffer a little. She deserves it.
Good night, Bren. Thanks for listening.
Just remember me
when everybody wants to get into your green room.
Oh, you do speak English. That's good.
Is Mrs McKay in?
No? Well, who is this?
The service?
Well, did they leave a message for Dylan?
Dylan. Their son.
No message?
Would you just tell them that I called?
Yeah. Yeah, they have the number.
Yo, West Beverly, it's that day of the week again.
And this here's DJ Mike MC.
Now listen up, 'cause this song ain't dedicated to the one I love,
but to the local heroes who happened to buck the rescue move
on Secos State Beach this weekend and save someone's life.
Way to go, homies. Peace!
- David. - Oh, hey, Steve.
How you doing?
Listen, I was wondering if you were free for lunch sometime.
- Oh, yeah. Anytime. - With my mom and your dad.
- Yeah, yeah, like I was saying, anytime. - Great, all right.
Actually, you know what, I'm not sure about lunch.
My dad is usually in surgery. Is dinner cool?
Yeah, I guess.
What is your father doing in surgery?
His job.
- Your dad's Mel Silver, right? - Yeah. You knew that.
Yeah, Mel Silver the producer?
No, Mel Silver, the oral surgeon.
- I don't believe this. - What's wrong?
I've wasted all this time on the wrong dweeb. Later.
Well, we were in
for about five minutes.
Yo, Ace, I saw what you wrote.
And?
And I'm glad I made you do it.
You know something, Andrea?
So am I.
Good.
Brandon.
Sarah?
How are you? What are you doing here?
Discharged this morning.
Clean bill of health, at least physically.
I thought my parents would wig,
but they were cool.
They want me to join a program.
I think that's probably a good idea.
So do I.
You know, I'm not too good about talking about my feelings,
but I guess you can figure out what they are about you
and what you did.
These people here are really intimidating.
These people don't have anything on you.
Listen, my last name is Walsh.
Give me a call sometime, okay? I'm listed.
That's easy. Not many people in Beverly Hills are.
- I'll see you. - Okay.
I still cannot believe you saved that girl's life.
Everybody's talking about it.
So, I'll see you at lunch?
Sure.
So, how's it going?
Not bad. Not bad at all.
You know, Bren,
I think we're gonna make it here.
- Speak for yourself. - I was.