Yes!
Nice touch, Dad.
Not bad for a dinosaur, huh?
That's the shot I hit at the buzzer to beat Franklin High.
All right. What's the score?
H- O-R to H-O-R-S.
All right, this one's for the money, boy.
Let me tell you something.
You keep popping them like that, you're looking at the starting five.
- Dad... - Excuse me, Magic,
are we planning on going to school today?
Two minutes.
Mom, you see? You see why I need my own car?
Brenda.
I can't depend on him. I can't get anywhere on time.
And he does it on purpose just to drive me crazy.
Brenda.
I've got to get control of my own destiny. You said so yourself.
Yes, but first you need to get your driver's license, honey.
I'm taking driver's training.
I know.
- Watch it, buddy! - What are you yelling at?
Huh! Guy cuts me off and then flips me the bird.
If you put a move on it, maybe he wouldn't be honking at you.
You are the last person in the world who should be telling me how to drive.
You're always telling me about how much power Mondale has
underneath the hood, but it's like you're chicken to use it.
- What is your problem this morning? - I just don't want to be late, okay?
And I just don't get why you can't go any faster.
Because it's a red light.
Oh.
So, you're really taking driver's training again, huh?
- Just go, okay? It's green, okay? - Okay.
Kelly!
So, Brenda.
So, late.
So, new?
So, cute.
So, thanks.
So, bye.
- Bye. - Bye.
"Bye-yee"? Did you hear her say "bye-yee"?
Face it, Walsh. Your sister's gone total Beverly Hills.
Well, yeah, but "bye-yee"?
Yeah, well, goodbye-yee. "Parting is such sweet sorrow. "
Oh, but you are covering the basketball tryouts today?
Actually, I'm trying out for the team.
Really?
Yeah.
Aren't you a little short?
Thanks.
- How tall is he? - Dewitt?
He's 6'6". He never misses a shot.
And Clinton is 6'4". Plays defense like King Kong.
All right, now, let's go.
And Andy Walker is better than both of them combined.
And that's James Townson.
He's this new young hotshot who has a chance
to crack the starting line-up.
It should be a good team this year.
This year? Every year. West Beverly's a perennial powerhouse.
We've been league champs four years in a row.
There sure are a lot of guys in the program.
These open tryouts are a joke.
Coach Reilly only holds them to promote school spirit.
Everyone knows he's already set the line-up.
Take me, for example. I started JV last year.
He practically told me I'm practically a lock.
But don't quote me on that,
because I don't want to come off as arrogant.
Hey, actually, I came down for the tryouts myself.
Aren't you a little short?
Down on the track where it counts,
where one mistake can cost you your life,
it takes a special breed of person to handle the curves
and keep up with the action.
It used to be a man's game, until now.
They say she learned to drive on the icy streets of Minnesota.
They say she's a flash in the pan,
but whatever they say, the fact remains,
Brenda Walsh is changing the way the game is played.
And all over America, you can hear her fans at the finish line
clamor for the new sensation.
Brenda Walsh. Brenda Walsh.
- Brenda Walsh. - Walsh, Brenda.
Did you remember to bring your parental consent form, Brenda?
Thank you.
- Ever taken driver training before? - No.
Not really.
Well, sort of.
Sort of?
Well, I took private lessons back in St. Paul,
but, you see, I have this slight perceptual problem.
Brenda, Brenda, let me put your mind at rest.
What's past is past.
In my class, we start with a clean slate.
Who cares if you flunked driver training once before?
Twice before.
Well, three times, if you count the first time,
but I only lasted 20 minutes.
So I don't really think it should count. Do you, Mr Karton?
The first preseason game with Beverly High is next week, gentlemen.
The first cut will be posted 20 minutes after practice.
Thank you all for coming out.
The least he could do is call us into scrimmage.
Walsh, Brent, Murphy.
Rotate in for Lighter, Simpkins and Mr Walker.
Feels awfully right to me.
Even if you are overrated.
Bonne chance, big guy.
- Are you Walsh? - Yes, sir.
That's it, Brenda. Much better.
You can go a little faster if you want.
Really?
Remember, it's 25 in a residential zone, 35 on a commercial street.
How do you feel?
Like I could do this even if you weren't sitting right next to me.
Oh, you can, and you will, but be careful.
All right. Let's take the big, wide turn.
Not too jerky.
Very good. Okay, one more time.
What do you say we hang back till the crowd thins out a little bit, huh?
Don't be a squid, Walsh. You got a 50-50 shot of making the cut.
You think so?
Won't know till we check it out.
- I don't believe it. - There's gotta be some kind of mistake.
- Steve. - What?
Hey, I'm sorry. I was hoping we'd get to play together this season.
If you think you're gonna make it past the next round,
you are totally naive.
This whole thing is rigged, anyway.
- What do you mean rigged? - Dewitt. Walker.
How many of those dudes do you think live in Beverly Hills?
- A big, fat zippo. - Hey, wait a second.
I've been told you can't go to West Beverly
unless you live in the district.
Unless you're a major jock.
Why do you think we beat Beverly High last year?
Because they play by the rules. We don't.
How do we get around the rules?
We put them in this applied learning opportunity thing.
Applied what?
It's a special program for minorities, Brandon,
so we can all become more enriched and diverse.
Well, what's wrong with that?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Hey, hey, come on, Steve. I'm new around here.
I don't know what's going on.
Okay. Okay. You want to know?
They say this program is open to everybody,
but the major requirement is how high you can jump
or how fast you can run the 100.
After you've been here a while,
you just may notice that these suckers never go to class.
The fact is they're getting a free ride around here,
and it makes me sick.
You can quote me on that.
- I ain't going through no initiation thing. - Oh, no, don't sweat it. Don't even trip.
Hey, Nat.
Hey. What are you doing here? Looking for a free meal?
No. Actually I'm looking for my pay check.
Pay check? And all this time I thought you were working for me
out of the goodness of your heart.
Unfortunately, my car insurance costs more than my heart.
Welcome to LA. Give me a few minutes, okay?
No problem, Nat.
Hey, James.
I'm Brandon Walsh. I fed you a couple of buckets at tryouts today.
- Right. - Yo, James. Out the door.
- All right, I gotta jet. - It's cool.
I just wanted to say, you know,
good luck, and I hope to be playing with you this season.
Yeah, all right.
Dude has no chance of making the team.
You can't let a little competition get you down.
Little?
Dad, the starting five is right out of the land of the giants.
You sound as if making the first cut was a fluke.
No. No. It's just, well, like I told you,
they recruit a lot of the players from out of the district.
Some of these guys are like pros.
What are you psyching yourself out for? You read Bobby Knight's book.
Winning is a state of mind.
Bobby who?
And if you have the tools and the guts and the desire,
you can meet any challenge and accomplish any goal.
Thanks for dinner, Mom. The pep talk was inspiring.
I heard that.
Glad someone did.
What's with her?
No.
What?
Hey, Bren, I love you, you're the better half,
but don't fight my battles for me, okay?
Brandon, every year it's the same "winning is a state of mind" speech.
The same big shot at the buzzer. The same rah-rah, rah-rah.
It's just Dad being Dad.
How can you stand it?
It just rolls off my back.
It really does.
- Bye. - Bye.
"Bye-yee?"
Don't worry, mother. We're just going upstairs to study for our Spanish test.
Do we love this nail polish?
- So what about tomorrow night? - You heard my mom.
Monday through Thursdays I'm totally book-bound.
So tell her you're going to the library.
Kel, I could never pull it off. I'm the world's worst liar.
Please, Brenda. Look, blind dates aren't my thing either,
but Kenny swears his friend is totally delectable.
You said the last time you went out with Kenny
he was weird and obnoxious.
He was.
Then why would you want to go out with him again?
You are bad.
Look, they're getting front-row tickets to the Janet Jackson concert
and renting a limo. It'll be fun. What do you say?
- Can I count on you, amigo? - It's amiga.
You have to use the feminine form of the noun.
Thanks.
Where are you going?
Where do you think?
Ten seconds left on the clock. The Lakers down by one.
Magic, dribbling at the top of the key,
swings it over to Vlade. Six seconds left.
Back to Magic, who kicks it over to Walsh.
Walsh, who shoots. At the buzzer. For the game.
Walsh. At the buzzer! For the game!
One more time. At the buzzer. For the game.
It's good. It's good. Walsh does it again! The Lakers win!
The Lakers win the World Championships! Yes!
Nice shot, champ.
I was really, really sick for a while, but don't worry,
I'm not contagious anymore.
That depends on how you look at it.
- Hey, Steve. How you doing? - Okay.
You were probably wondering why you didn't see me
around school last week.
- Not really. - I was out with the flu.
I didn't notice.
Oh, yeah. The doctor had to put me on antibiotics.
And you actually lived to tell about it, huh?
Yep.
Amazing. Truly amazing.
Well, thanks, Steve. It's great to be back.
I'll see you around.
Jordan, how you doing, man?
- Hey, Brandon. - Hey, Steve. How you doing?
- All right, how you doing? - Good.
Listen, I almost called you last night.
I had an extra ticket to the Lakers-Celtics game.
Oh, man, you should've called me.
I know, I'm sorry, but it was a last-minute kind of thing.
So, how was Magic?
Magic was magic, but Bird was unstoppable,
and McHale owned the boards.
Wait a minute, I thought you were a Lakers fan.
Except when the Celtics come to town.
Why, were you born in Boston?
No, I'm a Beverly Hills native.
So what were you doing rooting for the Celtics?
Us Irish guys have got to stick together. You know how it is.
How what is?
Walsh, take care of yourself.
- See you. - See you.
And the most rad part is I designed it to pump 5,000 oscillations
at 1.78 per second to compensate for any surge in the electrical output.
So how come it doesn't work?
I don't know.
Since the shutter is concave and the condenser is convex,
it allows the image to remain balanced.
Good work, Brandon. Excellent.
- Miss Yamado. - Oh, hello, James.
Did you get a chance to do the assignment?
Now that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I'm still working on it.
- James... - But I'll have it for you Monday.
For sure. Really.
Okay.
I didn't know you were taking tech.
Well, I'm enrolled in it, but you know how it is
coming to a new school and all.
- What do you have next period? - Driver's training.
- Driver's training? - It's just a refresher course.
Listen, four weeks into the semester, the guy hasn't shown up once.
Doesn't that tell you something?
Yeah, it tells me that this James guy isn't one of your basic overachievers.
Well, from what Steve Sanders says, the applied learning program
has been giving preferential treatment to jocks for years.
Look, the fact is, the ALOP has a great reputation,
and, I'm sorry, Steve Sanders is a spoiled slug
who doesn't come close to being a credible news source.
But that doesn't mean there aren't hundreds of so-called student athletes
playing college ball around this country
who can't even spell their own names, okay?
And that that kind of preferential BS treatment
starts right here at the high school level.
Look, if you think you have a major story,
set up an interview and go for it.
Actually, I was hoping you'd run with it.
Me, cover sports? Not likely.
Come on. I can't write this. It's a blatant conflict of interest.
Only if you make the team, which rumor has it
is something less than a sure thing.
But no matter when I write it, everyone will say it's sour grapes.
Well, is it?
You don't think it's unfair they bring a guy in
from out of district to play basketball?
No comment.
No comment? What does that mean?
It means I live out of district, remember?
Andrea, this isn't about geography.
That's right. It's about race.
That is not true.
Look, if you don't want to do the legwork, fine.
Just don't put me down for trying to bring a killer story to print.
Okay, okay.
Give me a couple of names and
maybe I will drop by the ALOP office and see what I can dig up.
Thanks.
Driving is a cinch.
It is a cinch as long as you stay
on your side of the road.
Well, I only swerved when the dog started barking.
I thought he was gonna dart out into the street, until I saw his leash.
But you never know what a poodle is going to do, right?
You're doing wonderfully, Brenda. You truly are.
- We're approaching a stop sign. - I see it.
So let's come to a complete stop this time, behind the crosswalk.
No California rolls.
Perfect.
So do you think I'm ready to go for my license yet?
Pretty soon. Yield to the car on the right,
and then proceed through the intersection.
Oh, looks like Henry Winkler.
That's not him.
Brenda, you have the right of way.
That is Henry Winkler!
Brenda!
Rebound. Rebound.
Set it up. Set it up. Good shot.
Come on, hustle back.
All right. All right.
Good move, Andy. Mid-season form.
Hustle back now, hustle back.
That's good. Set it up. Set it up.
Set it up. Come on.
Take it.
Come on, man. Let's play some defense.
Get in the game, Walsh.
Let's do it, let's do it.
Set it up. Set it up.
Charging.
Hey, watch it.
We're down to the final cut.
That's what I hear.
Coach Reilly told me he was very impressed with your hustle.
And so am I. I've never seen you play with this kind of intensity.
What did you have to go talk to him for, Dad?
He introduced himself to me.
What was I supposed to do? Walk away? Not shake his hand?
- No. - So what's the big deal?
I had a meeting down at Century City.
Back home I used to watch you practice all the time.
It's no big deal. I'll see you later, okay?
Brandon.
Don't worry.
You play like you did today, you got a legitimate shot at making the team.
Either way, I'm proud of you.
James Townson, is he the kid in your tech class?
- Yeah. - Well, he must be
an awfully hot prospect.
Why? What'd you find out?
According to my source in the ALOP, there are four guys
currently playing varsity basketball involved with the program.
And they say they're doing fairly well.
What would you expect them to say?
Brandon, will you let me finish?
The key thing is, they have no record of your friend James
ever having taken a reading or math placement test,
a basic requirement for all sophomores on this campus.
- I knew it. - It gets worse.
His transcripts from his last school were somehow never processed.
He is the only student in West Beverly without a grade point average.
You're on him, right there.
Look, do you want to talk to him, or should I?
I'll do it.
James, you got a second?
I'll catch up with you later.
Listen, Brandon.
I lost it out there, and I apologize.
You don't deserve this kind of garbage.
- Listen... - Just let me say.
I saw that little bump-and-run that Walker laid on you,
and I told him it was a cheap shot,
but being the new kid on the block, he's just looking out for me.
That's all it is.
A lot of people looking out for you, aren't there, James?
I guess they are.
Look, I'm the sports editor on the West Beverly Blaze.
- The school paper? - Yeah.
And we have reason to believe you've been recruited here
to play basketball in exchange for certain special privileges.
- Say what? - Come on, James.
You live out of district. You never go to class,
and I understand your transcript doesn't show any prior grades
or test scores or anything to indicate that
you even have the minimum requirements to be at this school,
or any school, for that matter.
Who gave you the right to be poking around with my records?
- That's not the issue. - It is too the issue!
If I was white, you wouldn't be doing this!
I don't care if you're white or black. You shouldn't be here on a free pass.
Yeah, right.
The truth is going to come out, James.
Goodbye, Kelly. Kelly, goodbye.
I'm gone. I went. Goodbye.
Kelly, call me. Bye.
She is so nuts, that girl.
Because Mom and Dad are going out tonight, she thinks I should sneak out
on this blind date with her and a guy she just met.
Brenda. Don't do it. You know you'll only get caught.
Brandon, I'm not a fool.
Although they are renting a limo.
Hey, do you want half, or what?
No, thanks. I'm just gonna grab something later.
Be careful up there. Dad just found his yearbook in the garage.
Again.
Kennedy was a lug of lard, but he made a fortune in real estate.
He must've had something on the ball.
O'Brien had a nice touch for a role player.
I had my moments,
especially when I nailed that shot at the buzzer to beat Franklin.
We weren't a gifted bunch, but together we pulled off a championship season.
Teamwork, that's the key, Brandon. That's what you have to strive for.
You rush me to get me out of the door by 7:15,
you're not even dressed yet.
How did it get to be so late?
Time flies when you're double-dribbling down memory lane.
- Hey, you look real nice, Mom. - I'm glad someone noticed.
What time are you gonna be home tonight?
I don't know. I got the late shift.
The final day of tryouts is tomorrow and you're working the late shift?
Well, if you'd pay my car insurance, Dad,
I'd happily take an early retirement.
If you make the team tomorrow, maybe we'll talk about it.
Really?
- Absolutely. - Jim!
Well, that's bribery.
A little incentive program never hurt anybody.
Besides, in my humble opinion, I've always felt student athletes
deserve a little bonus for putting in all those extra hours.
Do yourself a favor.
From now on, do not, under any circumstances,
listen to anything that man has to say about anything.
Do you hear me?
Brandon?
Hello.
- Rescue me. - Where are you?
In hell.
It's not funny.
Janet Jackson has laryngitis. Kenny is drunk.
And you have to come and get me.
Why do I have to?
Because, if you would've gone out with us,
Kenny wouldn't have puked all over the limo.
Gross.
Molto gross. How soon can you be here?
Kelly, come on. Can't you take a cab?
I am hanging up now. Have a nice life.
How can you ask me to pick you up?
You know I don't have a California driver's license.
But you're a good driver, right?
That is what you said, right?
- Well, yeah. - So?
So Brandon took his bike to work. I guess I can borrow Mondale.
You guys have a driver?
No. Mondale's the name of his car. It's for Walter Mondale.
He ran for president against Reagan.
- From Minnesota. - Look, whatever.
Look, if you took the car out right now, you'd be back in 10 minutes max.
Kelly, I don't know.
Come on. Brandon will never know the difference.
Please. You're my best friend.
- I am? - Please?
Honk if you're obnoxious! You creep!
Just forget him. Just forget him.
You're doing fine. You're doing finer than fine. You're fine.
Oh, where the hell is Doheny?
Okay, come on, Brenda. Come on. Don't lose it, baby.
You're doing great. Everything's under control.
I mean, you know how to drive. You're a good driver.
You're a great driver. You're a terrific driver. You're...
Out of gas?
Hi.
How's it going?
Bad and getting worse. My car ran out of gas.
Actually, it's my brother's car.
- It happens. - Mostly to me.
I've been driving around for the past 20 minutes
trying to get to Doheny and Melrose.
Two dollars for the deposit.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
You don't have your wallet.
I am so bummed.
These things happen.
- So bummed. - They happen.
It's in my other jacket. I promise. I swear.
It's okay. Things happen.
Look, I'll pay you back first thing tomorrow. I promise I will.
Where's your car parked?
I swear the car was right here 15 minutes ago! I swear it was.
You sure this is where you left it?
My brother is going to kill me.
Just tell him things happen.
You see, with mayonnaise you can't be too specific, okay?
Iceberg lettuce, Romaine lettuce, red-leaf lettuce.
You can put on as much as you want, as long as it's fresh and crunchy.
But mayonnaise is an acquired taste.
Nat...
And, you know, if you put too much in, it's too soggy.
Too little, it's too dry.
And then when you factor in the mustard and the luncheon meats,
well, you can see it takes years of practice to get it right.
That's why I was hoping we could start practicing tomorrow night.
What, are you in a hurry?
I got to get these books back to the library
before they start costing me.
I knew there was a reason I hired you. Get out of here.
- Thanks, Nat. - See you tomorrow.
All right.
He's nice.
What are you doing here?
I don't have to justify myself to you.
Hey, I just asked a simple question.
No, it's not simple at all. What you are really asking is,
"How come a dumb black jock who can't read and who... "
- Hey, I never said that, James. - Right.
If you just would answer my questions
about the Applied Learning Opportunity Program.
How the hell should I know about the learning program?
I'm not a part of it!
You weren't recruited here to play basketball?
That's right.
But you don't live in the district, do you?
Caught me red-handed.
I just want to know how you got permission
to go to school in the district.
I don't need permission.
My father has worked for the Beverly Hills City Library for 15 years!
And that gives me as much right to be here as anyone.
- Hold it down, please. It's a library. - Including you.
So the reason the ALOP office didn't have your records
is because you're not part of their program?
I already told you. I'm here because my father earned the right
for me to be here, not because I was recruited or because I want to be.
- I don't know what to say. - Then why don't you try saying nothing?
See, I was getting by fine in Inglewood,
when my parents decided it was time to upgrade my education
four weeks into the semester!
Making me have to play catch-up from the get-go.
- Sounds like what happened to me. - Yeah, right.
That's why your old man tried to suck up to the coach.
Hey, that's not what went down at all!
I love it! You rich white boys, you get the world handed to you,
no strings attached, and you honestly think that's how it is for everyone.
Excuse me, I don't know whose bank account you've been looking at,
but I am not rich.
Yeah, but you're white,
and that's why your first impulse was to think, "Hey, he's gotta be dumb
"or a rap singer or in a gang or smoking crack"
or whatever stereotype fits your fears.
But that's your problem. That's not my problem.
So what if I need a little extra help adjusting to life at the almighty
West Beverly High School?
So what if I use my God-given talent to get me into the college of my choice?
I ain't got nothing to hide, got nothing to be ashamed of
and nothing more to say to you.
- Mom? - Brandon.
We called you at work, but you'd already left.
What's the matter?
Your car has been stolen.
Mondale's been stolen?
How did that happen?
It was a professional wiring job. We've seen it before.
They must've come right up the driveway.
Why would anyone in Beverly Hills wanna steal a '78 bomber?
Once you cross the border, a power engine in good condition
can bring three times its market value.
My engine was in mint condition.
I'm so sorry, Brandon.
We're all sorry,
but the best thing you can do now, son, is to put it to bed
and give it our best shot tomorrow, huh?
What if I don't give it my best shot tomorrow, Dad?
Like I already said, if you don't make the team,
the sun still shines, the moon still...
No, I mean what if I don't even try out tomorrow?
What if I just quit the team right now?
Brandon, what's the matter? We'll find you a different car.
- Who said I wanted a different car? - I just assumed...
That's right. You assumed.
You assumed I wanted a different car.
You assumed I wanted to play high school basketball.
You assumed I wanted to move to Beverly Hills.
But you never came out and asked me.
You just jumped to your own conclusions,
'cause that's what you wanted to believe.
Well, guess again.
How can you say I push him too hard?
I'm not overcritical or overbearing.
But you don't take a low profile, either.
Okay, maybe I prod him a little,
but that's because Brandon is a natural athlete.
He's much better than I ever was.
All he needs is a little motivation.
And a little space
and the room to fail
and the freedom to be his own person.
Okay, yeah. Maybe he could use a little of that, too.
Brandon.
When they came up the driveway to steal the car,
how come you didn't hear anything?
How could you take my car without asking me?
Kelly was in such dire straits, I didn't even stop to think about it.
Well, that's the way it's been ever since we moved to Beverly Hills, Bren.
You're not stopping and thinking about anyone or anything, except for Kelly
and her little inner circle, and you know what?
It's getting real boring.
Brandon, you're right. You are. And I'm going to pay you back.
I promise, I'll do anything you want.
Just don't tell Mom. Please.
Don't tell her what? That you took my car,
or that you lied to her about it?
How was I supposed to know Mondale was running out of gas?
You check the gas gauge, like any qualified driver.
You get in the car. You put on your seatbelt.
You adjust the mirror. You check the gas gauge!
Brandon, that's it!
What's it?
It's because of Debbie Dillman's mother.
- Excuse me? - Don't you remember?
We were in the back seat when she rammed into that tree,
and we couldn't go over and play at Debbie's all summer long
because her mother was in a body cast.
That's why I'm great at everything I do but driving.
Brenda, that was 11 years ago.
Get over it.
Hey, Brandon.
I'm sorry. I know how much making the team means to you.
Well, to tell you the truth, Brenda,
I got a lot of things on my mind right now.
A lot of things.
Hey, you mind if I shoot a round with you?
It's a free country.
I thought the gym would be empty this early.
It usually is.
You have a nice touch.
Thanks.
Listen, I thought a lot about what was said last night,
and I can't pretend that in my mind you weren't guilty,
not because you're black,
but so I'd have a better shot at making the team.
I mean, growing up in Minnesota,
racial relations just wasn't something I thought about
or had to deal with so much.
Hey, I got news for you.
There aren't too many cowboys riding herd in downtown Inglewood, either.
Yeah, but that's just it.
I'm not a cowboy and you're not a gangbanger crackhead.
We're just two guys from the same school
battling for the same spot on the same team.
Coach Reilly's probably only going to take one of us, you know.
Well, the smart money's on you.
Not necessarily. Not the way you play defense.
You want to go one-on-one?
Yeah, sure.
Brandon, you didn't have to apologize for wanting this as bad as I do.
I know.
You take it out.
Brenda, you're early.
I need to talk to you about driver's training experience, Mr Karton.
When I struck Henry Winkler the other day,
it struck me that maybe emotionally
I'm incapable of ever learning how to drive.
Brenda, a new driver is only as good as his, or her, instructor.
- You really think so? - Absolutely.
And I assure you it is only a matter of time
before you find a different teacher with great reflexes
and a profound death wish.
So, you think that I should drop the course, huh?
Or consider some alternative form of transportation, like walking.
How about instead we walk over to the driver's training parking lot
and give those reflexes a workout?
Miss Yamado finally got my laser-phaser to work.
Yeah? What'd she do?
She plugged it in. I'm not too mortified.
What do you mean, "Trust me, there's no story there"?
What did James say when you confronted him?
He said I shouldn't be afraid to pop from the perimeter.
Hey, Minnesota.
Hey, Andy.
Don't let those suckers intimidate you, Brandon.
This is our school, not theirs.
Only in your mind, Steve.
An outdoor barbecue in October. I love it.
- You want chicken or steak? - Whatever's easy.
You were on the road early this morning.
Yeah, I couldn't sleep much last night.
How'd it go?
Well, it came down to me and this guy named James. Good guy.
Anyway, the Coach thinks I could use a year on the B team under my belt.
All right. Makes sense.
I'm sorry, Dad.
What for?
Getting some quality playing time is much better than riding the bench.
Yeah, but it's not like nailing a shot at the buzzer
in front of the whole school.
Brandon, the shot I made to beat Franklin was a fluke.
It was a glorious fluke.
But the only reason Coach Yoring put me in was
because everyone else had already fouled out.
It was either that or we would've had to forfeit the game.
So much for your old man's glory days.
Yeah, well, you still have a fairly decent shot
for a dinosaur.
This dinosaur is going to kick your butt in Horse.
- Two out of three. - I'm up for it.
Brandon, it's Mondale!
I never thought I'd see this puppy again.
Neither did I.
I am so happy, you don't know.
It's the screwiest thing. Seems one of our trucks towed it over
to the impound lot last night.
Well, the important thing is that it's back and in one piece
and everything's great.
Well, you're just lucky the perps weren't Phi Beta Kappa.
They abandoned the car right in the middle of the intersection.
It takes all kinds.
Even left the keys right in the ignition.
Brenda, isn't that your key chain?