- Put it down here. - All right. Five bucks.
Taking off already?
Yeah, I gotta get home.
- Dinner with Mom. - Yeah.
I had a mother once.
Hey, your game's getting pretty solid, McKay.
Well, thanks. What's the damage?
- Let's see. Three hours, right? - Yep.
That'll be 15 bucks.
You know, McKay,
you're about the last guy who'd ever struck me as being a mama's boy.
Hey, you hurry back, McKay, huh? We'll be here.
Dylan, honesty is the key.
You have to tell your mom how you feel. Get it out on the table.
Forget that psychobabble, Kelly.
That only works for deep-seated emotional crises.
Parents are another problem.
You tell her whatever she wants to hear,
and then do what you want.
Parents are oblivious anyway.
It's not like we all come from what you'd call
your normal, stable family backgrounds.
I mean, look what I've been through with mine, booze and drugs.
Our households aren't exactly Walsh heaven.
Hey, leave our parents out of this.
We should all be so lucky.
I just can't hang with a 24-hour live-in mom.
You'll get used to it, pal.
I don't think so.
I'm worried about him.
Come on, Bren. I've seen him go through worse.
Yeah, but he's ditched school all week.
- He's been really moody. - He's always moody.
Besides, moms are supposed to drive you crazy.
Yeah, well, Iris McKay is certainly doing a good job of that.
- Have you met her yet? - No.
But I just can't wait.
Three weeks ago, when school started
and you enrolled into Intro to Economics,
who thought that some of you would get so rich so quickly?
Go ahead and pass these back, please.
Let's see here. Steve, biotechs are doing very nicely.
Kelly, you caught IBM at the bottom. Nice.
David, you went out on a limb with the entertainment issues.
But I must say, the most well-rounded portfolio,
the one with the highest return,
- is yours, Donna. - Me?
I had you choose this imaginary portfolio of stocks
to show you how the stock market works. But I must say, Donna,
you have a real knack for this. Your picks are keeping pace
with some of the best mutual funds in the country.
Well, if anybody can spot a bargain, Donna can.
Next time.
Guys, guys, guys, why are we jerking around with make-believe?
- What are you talking about? - Let's do it for real.
- How real? - We've all got something stashed.
- Birthday presents, Christmas. - You're crazy.
My dad lost his shirt in the stock-market crash of '87.
And I like my shirt, okay?
Yeah. My mom dated a broker once. My money stays in the bank.
Guys, no guts, no glory.
Show them what you're made out of.
- Let's take free enterprise for a ride. - I don't know.
Donna, you're great at this.
If we'd been playing for real,
we would've made a bundle off your picks.
Donna, don't be stupid.
Steve's right. You heard Mr. Slater. I'm good at this.
That was fantasyland.
Well, it doesn't have to be.
So I'm thinking of going blond again.
Or maybe bald, you know, go for that Sinead look.
- What? - You haven't heard a word I've said.
I'm sorry, I just-
I got something else on my mind.
Yeah, your mother.
I don't wanna talk about it, Bren.
Well, I do.
Dylan, I can't stand to see you so miserable.
What is she doing here?
Who?
That's my mother's car.
Here?
Yeah. She's either looking for me
or she's in there reading your mom's palm.
Well, Bren, looks like you finally get to meet the mamacita.
You rub your hands like that,
and truly, you can feel the earth pulsate.
Really.
- Hi. - Hi.
Iris, what are you doing here?
I called looking for you and Cindy invited me over.
- Hope you don't mind. - Why should I?
Dylan, aren't you going to introduce us?
Yeah. Brenda, this is Iris. Iris, Brenda.
- Hi. - Nice to meet you, Brenda.
Actually, I already know a lot about you.
You're strong-willed, loving and intensely loyal, aren't you?
Yeah. That's just about right.
But your astrological chart didn't reveal how pretty you are.
Thanks.
You know, your mom and I have a lot in common, Dylan.
- You do? - Oh, yes, we're children of the '60s.
Where have all the flower children gone?
Gone to power children. Yuppies.
Yeah. Life was a lot simpler
when you could still thumb a ride anywhere in the world.
Mom, did you hitchhike?
Well, across campus.
Does Dad know?
Those were the days, huh, Bren?
Too bad we missed out on all the fun.
Listen, Brenda, why don't you help me set the table?
Dylan and his mom are staying for dinner.
We are?
One thousand three hundred thirty-one dollars and fourteen cents.
About to be flushed right down the drain.
It's my money, Kelly. I can do what I want with it.
I'd like to close my account.
- Can I see some ID? - Oh, sure.
- One moment, please. - Okay.
Donna, you worked so hard for this money.
Just think of how long it takes for a whole year to go by
before you get to another birthday, and all the bribes for good grades.
And the babysitting money? Remember how scared you get
being home alone in somebody else's house late at night?
Donna, don't blow it. And don't let Steve talk you into this, okay?
How do you want it?
- In an envelope? - I meant, big bills, small bills?
Oh, whatever you've got.
Seeing on how she's just planning on throwing it away anyway.
Why are you trying to ruin this?
Somebody has to. Donna, you're just being stupid.
One hundred, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600, 700, 800, 900,
1,000, 100, 200, 300, 20, $31 and 14 cents.
Thank you.
Might as well just go ahead and give me that 14 cents.
Because that's all you're gonna have left when this thing's over.
I can't believe how L.A. has changed since I left.
I mean, take Melrose.
In 1980, it was all low-rent auto-parts and hardware stores.
Paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
Not Hana, though. That is my little piece of heaven.
- Oh, Maui sounds so beautiful. - Just tell me when you're ready.
I have a tree house sitting on top of a pineapple mountain.
Right, Dylan?
It's paradise.
So, Iris, what did you do for work in Hawaii?
I sold T-shirts on the beach.
And I joined an archaeological expedition.
But mostly, I just mellowed.
Mellowed?
It's a great place to drop your inhibitions, Jim, you know.
Grow a beard. Swim naked.
How alternative.
Oh, come on, Dad, let's do it. Let's just drop out for a while.
A couple of weeks in Hawaii doesn't sound bad to me right now.
It is a magical place.
You should have seen Dylan when he was there.
It even mellowed him out.
It didn't mellow me out. I was bored out of my gourd.
Cindy, did I tell you what the psychic told me
- about my son when he was little? - Please.
Dylan, it's no big deal.
I told you I don't wanna hear it. Excuse me.
Dylan, wait.
Sweetheart, chill out.
I will, outside.
Excuse me.
That woman is driving me up the wall, Bren.
Dylan, I'm sure she's not trying to. She's probably just trying to be a mom.
Well, I wish she wouldn't try so hard.
Remember a couple of weeks ago when we went on that camping trip?
You were complaining that she didn't care enough.
I mean, which is it, Dylan?
I don't know anymore.
Look, just calm down. I'm sure she means well.
I can't. She's here to stay and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
Dylan, it's getting late.
Good little boys have to go to bed early on a school night.
Thank you so much for dinner, for everything.
- I feel I've found a real friend. - Me too.
Good night.
Good night, Brenda. You are a magical young lady.
Nice meeting you.
- I'll call you later. - Bye.
I don't know.
I thought she was a little... Eccentric be the right word?
I think the word is weird.
I don't know, I kind of liked her.
Me too. Felt like I'd known her for years.
Mom, it must have been in another life.
Brenda.
No, look, it doesn't matter what any of us think of Iris, anyway.
She's driving Dylan nuts.
Dylan, how long have you been seeing Brenda?
Why?
Well, you may not notice it,
but she has an extremely negative aura.
What?
Nothing like Cindy.
In fact, it's hard to believe that they are mother and daughter.
Cindy is so spiritual and Brenda is...
Well, such a Scorp. A Scorpio. You're a Libra.
You are totally wrong for each other.
I don't wanna argue, so I'm only gonna say this one time.
Brenda Walsh, my relationship with her,
are none of your business.
Do you understand me?
Well, excuse me.
Where are you going? It's almost midnight.
Don't wait up.
- Hey, McKay. - How you doing?
Bobby Falcone been looking for you.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
You must be getting pretty good if Falcone wants to play you.
Well, you know...
Hey, can I get you something?
Yeah, whatever you got on tap will be fine.
You got it, you got it.
Hey, man, you don't have to flash that fake ID
every time you come in here, you know.
- Thanks, man. - Yeah, no problem.
Hey, you want a shot with that?
Sure, why not?
You got it.
Brandon, give me that headline again.
"West Beverly swimmers claim victory. "
Subhead: "Beverly Hills sinks. "
Okay, got it.
- Great. Slug it in. - Okay.
Brandon, what would I do without you?
You guys, I've got to talk to you.
Brenda, we're about to put the paper to bed.
Okay, what is it?
Dylan has flipped out.
He ditched school again today. That's the third time this week.
- Where does he go all day? - I don't know. He won't tell me.
He says his mother is driving him crazy.
Brenda, it's his problem.
Brenda, there's probably nothing we can do but listen.
You're already doing that.
Yeah, I guess.
Is his mom really that bad?
- No. - Yes.
Oh, come on, Brandon. She's a space case.
- So she's a little flaky. - A little?
Do you know what she's doing today?
She took our mother to a mind gym.
A mind gym?
- Hey, Brandon. - Yeah?
What's with Dylan? He doesn't look so good.
I don't know.
Is it Brenda again?
No. I think it's his mother.
He's got a mother?
Well, not your garden-variety, average mom.
But, yeah, sure, he's got one.
When you skip school three days in a row, I worry about you.
I was just blowing off some steam. I'll be back tomorrow.
Where were you?
Around.
I'm fine, Bren.
You don't look fine, Dylan.
Here you go, guys.
Dylan, how you doing?
I am fine.
See, he's fine. What'd I tell you?
Dylan, remember, there's a trig test first period tomorrow.
Already?
If you wanna study together, why don't you come over after dinner?
Like around 8, okay? And I'll get you through it.
Sure.
Listen, I gotta go.
Dylan, wait a second.
What?
Are you sure you're okay?
Bye, Bren.
Good?
I feel like I'm floating.
Now, this is my favourite.
Ginger, garlic, orange. Thanks.
Sounds strong.
Try it.
You get a real rush from the garlic.
I'll say.
Natural high.
So how long before the bliss fades and I turn back into a mom?
I guarantee it'll last at least through dinner.
Do you come here a lot?
Once, twice a week. I just get so fried.
Tell me the truth.
Do your kids actually talk to you?
Brenda and Brandon? Most of the time, I can't shut them up.
Well, Dylan takes after his father, you know?
Dylan's had a tough time of it lately.
Well, I don't need to tell you.
Maybe you do.
You probably know him better than I do.
No, I didn't mean that.
No, I know, I know.
I appreciate your friendship.
You know, from what I remembered of Beverly Hills,
I expected to be treated like a pariah for having walked out on my son.
I'm not judging you, Iris.
I know.
Well, let me tell you, it's not what you think.
No.
I can't erase the past.
But maybe I can do something about the future.
Yes, I think we'll start with the beluga caviar and the blini.
And, I don't know, Donna, how does the Chateaubriand sound to you?
- Perfect. - Great.
And, of course, a bottle of your best champagne.
- What's with you guys? - We're rich.
Right. Three days ago we bought some stock and it went up.
Up? It went through the roof! It exploded!
Steve, that's just the paper profits. To make some money, we need to sell.
Sell? Sell? Donna, haven't you ever heard of equity?
Give yourself some credit. You're a genius, Donna.
She may look like a dumb blond, but she's the wizard of Wall Street.
Winners?
Mr. Falcone.
Nine ball. Over there.
I just won.
So the prince of Beverly Hills wants to lose some money, huh?
If you say so.
How's 50 a game sound?
Sounds good.
Lag for break?
After you.
What is this? It is so spicy, I can't even eat it.
It's a place that Dylan's mother recommended in West Hollywood
called Pakistani Palace.
- It is a little hot. - Oh, Jim, it's not hot. It's invigorating.
I'm beginning to see stars. Could you pass the water, please?
Now Iris has you going off the deep end, doesn't she?
Now, Brenda, there's nothing wrong with trying something new.
You know, if she's such a free spirit, why can't she lighten up on Dylan?
Because she's his mother.
And whether he likes it or not, he's her responsibility.
From what she's been telling me, he hasn't made it easy for her either.
Well, maybe not.
But she's got Dylan wound up like a spring.
I mean, if she doesn't back off, he's gonna snap.
Guess that's an ace.
Yeah. Pretty good.
Well, that's it for me tonight, rich kid.
Anytime, Falcone, anytime.
Brenda?
It's okay, Mom. It's just Dylan.
Do you know what time it is? You were supposed to be here at 8:00.
I'm sorry, Bren. Forgive me.
You've been drinking.
I'm a big boy.
Is this what you meant by "blowing off steam"?
Oh, lighten up, Bren. I'm under control.
No, you're not, Dylan. Look at you.
So where do your parents keep the liquid?
Are you crazy? My parents will hear you.
I'm sorry.
What, no Scotch?
I just want a shot.
Dylan, don't do this.
Brenda, I already have one woman in my life
who thinks she's my mother, okay?
Damn it, Dylan, if you are going to drink, get the hell out of my house.
I thought I could count on you.
Thanks for listening.
Brandon, that was Dylan downstairs. He was drunk.
Oh, no.
He got into the liquor cabinet, and I threw him out.
- Did I screw up? - No.
He's been clean for so long.
Not exactly.
What do you mean?
It was on the camping trip, I didn't wanna tell you.
What?
It was just a couple little airline bottles of booze.
I didn't wanna make a big deal of it.
Brandon, it is a big deal. Dylan's a recovering alcoholic.
Yes, I'm aware of that, Brenda, thank you.
It's his mother's fault. She's driving him crazy.
You think his mother's driving him to drink, Bren? Come on.
Life's a little more complicated. You and I don't go get drunk
every time we have a fight with Mom and Dad.
Yeah, well, he was fine until she got here.
Maybe.
But she's not the one pouring booze down his throat.
At some point in every investor's experience
comes a moment of truth.
You've made some money on a stock.
Do you sell or do you hold?
Steve, it's time to unload.
What are you, crazy? We're on a roll.
We tripled our money. Let's get out.
Donna, perhaps you'd like to share this with the rest of us?
I don't think so.
Why not? She's the big expert.
Okay.
I just don't think that when someone buys stock, they should get greedy.
You make a profit, you get out.
Steve?
Well, what if you get out too soon and miss out on a major jump?
Well, it's like the song says:
"You gotta know when to hold them, know when to fold them. "
You're out of here.
- You're wimping out on me. - I am not.
I'm taking a profit. An honest profit.
- Yeah? - It's the way of the game.
Well, Bernie says hold out.
He says the major players are trying to scare out the little people like us.
And they're gonna push it through the roof.
- You called Bernie? - Yeah.
And frankly, when Bernie Goldfinger talks, I listen, Donna.
Well, what if he's wrong?
Don't be stupid.
Bernie's an expert. We're not selling.
Morning, all.
Oh, you decided to come to school. To what do we owe the honour?
Good morning.
I'm sorry about last night.
- Dylan, you've been drinking. - Bren, would I come to school drunk?
You smell like a brewery. I better get you out of here.
Man, hey, I'm fine. Besides, I got a trig test.
Oh, I'm sure you'll ace that one.
Oh, shut up, Kelly.
You know, there's one thing worse than a drunk, that's a mean drunk.
I suddenly have the urge to just get the hell out of here.
So why don't you give my regards to trig?
Dylan. Brandon, you've gotta do something.
Look, it's his problem. Just don't get sucked in, all right?
I don't care. Brandon, you can't let him drink.
I'll do what I can.
Brenda, you're making a big mistake.
Dylan is gonna do what he's gonna do.
But I can't stand by and let him do it.
Bren, he's an alcoholic.
I know that, Kelly.
Do you know what that means?
Look, I love him so much. I can't stand to see him get hurt.
I know, it's hard.
But just trust me, you have to let him hit bottom.
What does that mean, hit bottom? I mean, that sounds so final.
Brenda, you just have to have some faith.
It wasn't easy watching my mom degrade herself night after night.
When she was drunk, I wanted to kill her.
When she was sick, it tore my heart out.
But I learned that I just had to let her go through it by herself.
Because the more I tried to help, the worse it got.
You know why? Because I was there.
And as long as I was there, she knew she could keep on drinking
and I'd be there to pick up the pieces.
Bren, you can love him, but you can't save him.
Can't let you drive, pal.
I'm fine.
Anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you.
I just don't wanna scrape you off a telephone pole today.
It's this thing I got against it, you know.
Anywhere?
Anywhere.
Your friend's pretty good.
He took a lot of money off me yesterday.
Really, how much?
Five hundred.
Dollars?
Don't worry, kid. I already won it back.
Your shot, man.
Haven't you had enough of this, man?
- We've been here all day. - I can't walk out on this game, Bran.
I'm hot, never been this hot. I'm gonna wipe this guy out.
What are you talking about? You lost 500 bucks already.
That was his money.
Dylan, you're not making sense.
This guy's playing you for a chump. How long you gonna keep this up?
Till I'm numb.
Till I forget where I am and why I came here in the first place, all right?
What do I do?
Should I call the police, hospitals?
He's not at the library, he's not at that Peach Pit place.
Look, Iris, I know what you're going through.
I mean, I can never get to sleep
until the two of them are safe in their beds and asleep.
But it's only 10:30.
I know, but I think he's drinking, Cindy.
Sometimes he doesn't get in till 2, 3 in the morning.
Well, now, if this has been going on for some time,
why are you so worried tonight?
Because last night, he didn't come home at all.
You know, Brenda said everybody was going to the movies.
He's probably with them.
Well, then why didn't he call?
I don't know how much longer I can take this. This isn't working, Cindy.
I don't know how to do this.
But you don't have much choice, do you?
I mean, you're his mother.
Well, that's easier said than done.
- Hi. - Isn't Brandon with you?
- Where's Dylan? - I don't know.
- Oh, my God. - Why, what's wrong?
I am calling the police and the hospitals.
Would somebody first please tell me what's going on?
Has Dylan been drinking?
Yes. But Brandon made sure he didn't drive.
Well, maybe he should have made sure he didn't drink.
Where do you get off criticizing Brandon?
He has been there for Dylan whenever Dylan needed him,
which is a lot more than I can say for you.
Brenda.
Sorry, Mom, it is true.
Why else do you think Dylan's falling apart?
Brandon is with him?
Yes.
Okay. If he's with Brandon, then he's fine.
Well, that's it, rich kid. I'm done.
Hey, man, you gotta give me a chance to get even here.
No, I don't gotta do anything.
I said I'm done, I'm done. Pay up.
Funny, I don't see you reaching into your pocket.
That's because I don't have it.
You play pool, you carry cash.
I told you when we started that I don't take any IOUs.
Well, then I guess you don't get paid.
- He'll get it, man. He's good for it. - Brandon, stay out of it.
You wanna go for a walk? Is that what you're saying to me?
Come on, man.
Come on, man, he's had enough.
That was just to let you know that I'm serious.
It's the next time that I get mean. So don't mess with me.
Bring cash tomorrow.
Let's go.
Dylan. Dylan, you okay, pal? You all right?
Yeah.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Where have you been?
Brandon, it's a school night. Do you know what time it is?
- What are you doing here? - I've been worried sick.
- Oh, please, spare me. - Brandon.
Sorry. We lost track of the time.
You lost track of the time? It's almost 1:00.
- Where were you? - Hanging out.
We were at a pool hall. I got in a game.
It's like Brandon said, we lost track of time.
Oh, my God.
Do you always get a fat lip when you play?
- I lost some money. - How much?
- Eight hundred dollars. - I can't handle this.
You never could handle anything, could you?
Don't you speak to me like that.
I do not deserve to be spoken to in that way.
Well, how should I speak to you? With respect?
Or like someone who walked out on me when I was 6 years old?
I'm sorry. Would you excuse us for a minute?
I need to talk to my son.
Brenda, come on. Everybody, into the kitchen.
All right, are you involved in this?
No, Dad. I was just trying to help him cool out a little bit.
- I did the best job I could. - Oh, Dylan.
I think the time for feeling sorry for Dylan is over.
I know.
How can you say that?
Brenda, the kind of problems that Dylan has
take a long time to build up.
Now, we've all been there for him.
But there's only so much that any of us can do.
You're abandoning him.
You said that you would stand by him, that you'd help him.
Brenda, he has a mother now.
Yeah, that's the trouble.
Then he's gonna have to work it out with her.
And, Brenda, until Dylan shows he can get a grip on his life,
I don't want you seeing him.
Do you understand?
Dylan, I admit it, I don't know what to do.
I do not know how to handle you.
I'm not your problem.
You're my responsibility.
Really? Since when?
If you're trying to hurt me...
...you're succeeding.
Tell me why.
Why should I all of a sudden start listening to you?
Because I am your mother and I love you.
Oh, please, let's not bring love into this.
Dylan.
Dylan!
Oh, this is ridiculous.
I don't know how to be a mother.
Iris, it's not something you can figure out in just one month.
I've been working at it full-time for over 16 years.
When Jack was arrested, I thought to myself,
finally, I get my son back.
I thought I'll just move right on in.
Oh, God, what a fool.
Oh, Iris, don't say that.
He needs you, whether he realizes it or not.
Cindy, that is a beautiful platitude, but let's not kid ourselves.
I walked out on my son.
Why should I expect him ever to forgive me for that?
Or even want to understand why?
He's right.
I don't deserve to be a part of his life.
Dylan, my father says I can't see you until you get your life together.
Yeah, well, he's probably right.
I don't wanna lose you, Dylan. Not this time.
I'll be all right, Bren. Promise.
Hey!
Hey, did you see this?
- Did you see this? - What?
Well, that wonderful company you picked for us
to invest our life savings in is having a little problem.
What's wrong?
Well, it says that L.A. Sharp's shoe factory in Korea burned to the ground.
We're gonna lose everything.
Why do I listen to you and your stupid ideas?
Well, maybe you should have listened to me.
- What's that supposed to mean? - I told you we should have sold.
But no, you had to go and be greedy, Mr. Big Shot.
- So say it, I told you so. - I told you so.
Great, 20/20 hindsight.
Well, it's not exactly hindsight.
What's that mean?
I sold.
- You what? - Yeah, yesterday.
Right after you called me a stupid wimp, right?
- You did not. - I did.
And I made a lot of money and I'm not stupid.
And don't either of you ever call me stupid again.
Thank you.
I think we ought to get her to pick us another stock. What do you say, Kel?
I'm in.
What time is it?
Noon. Made you breakfast.
Real food. Thanks.
Dylan, the things you said last night-
I'm sorry. I was just a little out of it.
But you were right.
I thought I could come here, that...
That I could make up for all those lost years.
I can't.
So where does that leave us?
Dylan, I'm here for you.
But you don't need a full-time mom any more than I know how to be one.
You've been on your own for a while.
And from what Cindy Walsh tells me, you take pretty good care of yourself.
Well, that's when you don't have a mother around
to throw a wrench in the works.
Maybe I didn't give you a chance.
No.
But the best thing that I can do for you is to give you your freedom.
I'm gonna go back to Hawaii.
What?
I know that some people may say that I'm copping out.
That things got a little rough and I split.
But the truth is, Dylan,
I wasn't there for you 11 years ago when you really needed me.
So I'm not gonna pretend
to be here for you now when you don't.
When we split up,
your father offered me a lot of money to keep out of your life.
If I'd been stronger,
I might have fought him harder and longer
and I might have won.
But we'll never know,
because I gave up.
I took his money and I disappeared.
But I promised myself
that I would never, ever touch a penny of it.
And I didn't.
So...
This belongs to you.
That's a lot of money.
Yeah.
It's yours.
I don't want it.
I've asked Jim Walsh to set up a trust.
That way, you won't blow it all at once.
Make a good life for yourself, baby.
What about you?
Oh, don't worry about me.
I've got a tree house on a pineapple mountain, remember?
What I do want
is for us to start again.
To build a relationship based on something real.
That way, maybe sometime,
you won't wanna call me Iris.
You'll wanna call me Mom.
Dylan's in the car. We're on our way to the airport.
I just wanted to say goodbye.
And thanks. To all of you.
Good luck, Iris.
You take care of my son.
We will.
Iris.
I'm sorry for what I said to you.
I understand.
I know it must take a lot of courage to do what you're doing.
He's not an easy guy to love, is he?
No.
But we sure do, don't we?
Yes. We sure do.
How you doing, pal?
Okay, I guess.
I can't believe she's leaving.
I couldn't put up with her,
but I don't really wanna be alone again either.
Yeah, well, you're not alone.
I'm what they call an emancipated minor.
Listen, when you get back from the airport, give me a call.
There's someplace we gotta go.
Yeah, I know. Falcone.
After that.
Where?
Someplace you took me when I needed a friend.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.