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Oh, that was so embarrassing. Mr. Suiter must think|I'm a complete idiot. Andrea, it was just an exercise. - Yeah, we all have to do it.|- It was so humiliating. Standing there and quacking|in front of the entire class. I mean, of all the animals,|why did he have to choose a duck? Seriously, guys, do you think it has|something to do with the way I look? Andrea, that's not the point. The question is,|when you were up there quacking and strutting|and preening your feathers, did you really feel like a duck? Brenda, of course not.|I felt like a fool. Hi, guys. - What's Kelly doing here?|- She's picking me up. We're having lunch with her mom|at the beach club. Brenda, that's doing lunch. I thought you swore you wouldn't|set foot in this hallway until fall. Oh, I know. How do you guys do it? Being here in the middle of summer|totally gives me the creeps. Are you kidding? It's fantastic. It's like having the entire freeway|all to yourself. - You can get used to it.|- Sort of. I couldn't. Brenda, let's get out of here|before I start having flashbacks. - Thanks for the ride, Kelly.|- You're welcome. Andrea, stay for lunch.|I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind. Yeah, you should definitely join us. Thanks, but I really need to talk|to Brandon. Maybe that's your problem.|Too much talk and not enough- This may come as a shock to you, but it is possible|just to be friends with a guy. Not if he's adorable. What? - Hi, Mom.|- Hi, sweetheart. - Hi.|- Hi, Brenda. I'm sorry, you guys.|I couldn't help myself. I was starving. That's all right. Dig in. They have the world's|best chicken salad here. But go ahead,|order whatever you want. Brenda, they have a surf burger. I wonder who they named that after. - I miss you, Bren.|- I really miss you. Brenda. Brenda? Are you okay? Yeah. I'm sorry, the sun's just-|It's making me a little spacey. Here you go, ladies. Walsh, your sister's over there.|Table 3. - Oh, cool.|- And a friend's here to see you. What is this? Visitors' day? - Thanks, Henry.|- Sure enough. What are you doing here? Look, I wouldn't bother you|unless it was important. I know. You should have|brought your suit, you could swim. No, that's okay.|I don't have time to stay. Listen, there's this really great kid at the Valley Youth Center|where I'm a volunteer. Ten years old,|lives alone with his mom. I don't know what happened|to his dad- Why do I have the feeling|you're about to call on my sense of civic responsibility for one of your|save-the-universe projects? Just hear me out, okay? Listening. He had this volunteer Big Brother|but the guy can't do it anymore. It may take months|till the programme can go and- Andrea, I don't have the time. I'm not asking you to go through|the Big Brother training. All I'm asking you, on a very|informal basis, is to hang out with- And where would I find the time|for this little informal get-together? Come on. One afternoon a week? We're not talking|long-term commitment here. The kid needs a friend, you know,|an older guy that he can look up to. - Can I think about it?|- Yeah, go ahead. Think. I don't have to be anywhere|for 20 minutes. - I told Felix all about you.|- Felix? Yes, and he can't wait to meet you. You should see him|on a pair of skates. He could teach you a thing or two. Oh, you think so? Well, you'll never know|until you meet him. Here's his address.|He lives in Reseda. Well, I do have tomorrow off. Yeah, I know. I already checked|your schedule with Henry. - You knew I'd fold, didn't you?|- I played a hunch. I'll tell him you're coming by,|say, 10 a. m.? - Fine.|- Good. - Go.|- Gone. - Go.|- Gone! What is that all about? - High school intrigue.|- Always the best kind. Listen, somebody has got to order the grilled-chicken,|red chilli-pepper pasta with goat cheese|so I can have a bite. - God.|- What? I think I broke a tooth. Well, and how are the ladies|who lunch? - Terrible.|- Why? What's wrong? I just broke a cap|on a chicken bone. - Excuse me for a second. Thanks.|- Yeah. - Let me see that.|- Why? I'm the third best oral surgeon|in Los Angeles. Who are the first two? - Are you a celebrity?|- No. Then, it doesn't matter, does it? - Open up.|- Is it bad? - Get me some Krazy Glue.|- Yeah, sure. Krazy Glue?|Are you really a dentist? Absolutely. Are you really single? Painfully. There's no charge for the procedure|if you let me take you out to dinner. Open again. Do you believe this guy? - Is that really ethical?|- Not really. Feel free to say no.|I'll still glue the tooth. - Say no.|- I'd love to. Good. I couldn't find any Krazy Glue|but I got this rubber cement. - It's not-|- No, I was just kidding about the glue. I'm afraid you will have to come|and see me in the office. So, what is your name anyway? Mel. Mel Silver. I think that my son goes to school|with your daughter. - Wonderful, what's his name?|- David. Do you know David Silver? No. Yeah, kind of, but not really. Oh, I knew it.|All the pretty girls know David. I wish I had his luck with women.|He's such a ladies' man. Ever since he was in the 6th grade, when he started dating|this 7th-grade cheerleader. Can you believe|what happened at lunch yesterday? It's like straight out|of a David Lynch movie or something. My mother is going out|with David Silver's father. - Kelly, it's not the end of the world.|- You promise you won't tell anyone? No, I promise I won't say a word|to anybody, okay? Goodbye. Kelly's mom broke a tooth|at the beach club yesterday. Forget it, you'll never understand. Brandon,|I thought today was your day off. Yeah, it is, but I promised Andrea I'd play big brother|to this kid she knows - from the Valley Youth Center.|- That's great. Yeah, but don't spread yourself|too thin, son. Hey, don't worry about it, Dad. I mean, I always wanted|a little brother anyway, right? - Hi, you must be Brandon.|- Hi, yeah. - I'm Suzanne, Felix's mom.|- Hi, Suzanne. - Come on in.|- Thanks. Brandon's here. - Nice apartment.|- Oh, it's all right. It's not Beverly Hills. Believe it or not, I went|to Beverly Hills High too. Class of - Never mind.|- Actually, I go to West Beverly. Listen, thanks for doing this,|Brandon. You have no idea how much|this means to Felix and to me. Felix! So, what happened to Felix's dad? That's what I'd like to know. Honestly, he remarried|and moved to Phoenix. And I haven't heard from him|for three years. Sends Felix 10 bucks|every Christmas. That's how I know he's still in Phoenix,|because of the postmark. - Hey, Felix, how's it going?|- It sucks. Well, then, it can only get better|from there, can't it? We'll see. Felix, is that any way to say hello|to Brandon? - Sorry.|- You behave yourself. Give your mom a kiss. Brandon, he's a good kid.|He really is. It's- But he can be a bit difficult at times. Too difficult, I guess,|for his last Big Brother. Well,|he doesn't look so scary to me. Felix, be careful. Hey! Hey, Felix. Try to stay with me, huh, man?|I don't wanna lose you. You know, you don't have to do this.|I got friends, you know. Yeah, I'm sure you do. I thought you wanted someone|a little older to hang out with. - I'm not a charity case.|- Well, that's good to know. So why are you doing this? I mean, don't you have|anything better to do than hang out with some stupid kid? I guess not. Okay, but you gotta keep up. Working on those tan lines, ladies? - So, Kel, I hear tonight's the big night.|- What are you talking about? Well, your mom, David Silver's dad. Think he'll bag her on the first date? Steve, you are such a swine. Why don't you go take a hike|in the ocean and drown yourself? Touchy. Touchy. What's the big deal? I mean, just because David's a geek,|doesn't mean his dad is. Donna, the avocado doesn't fall far|from the tree. No, you know, David's not that bad. I kind of got to know him|when we did our scene. I don't know, he's always looking at me|like I'm naked or something. And now, he's fully bragging|about this date like it's the two of us going out. I've got to do something. What if my mom|really likes this guy? - You can let go now.|- I don't know. You think you can stay out of trouble? I guess. Hey, Stan, could you get a couple of|lemonades here for me and my friend? Lots of ice? Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back. Hello, you've reached|the Zuckerman residence. At the sound of the tone, leave your name, number|and the time and the appropriate Zuckerman|will get back to you promptly. Thank you. Andrea, thanks a lot. I think the only reason|you dumped Felix on me was to get him off your back. I'm telling you,|this kid is a royal pain in the- Thought you wanted your lemonade. It's pretty hot. Thanks. Sorry for being|such a pain in the butt. Yeah, what's with that anyway? Is that your way of testing people|or something? - I don't know.|- Look, I'm not a babysitter, all right? I'm with you because I thought you|wanted someone older to hang with. What is this place anyway? It's the Beverly Hills Beach Club. - It's where I work.|- It's pretty cool. Yeah, well, I figured as long as I had|to work over my vacation, I might as well look at pretty girls|and get a tan while I was at it. So was I so much of a pain in the butt|that you never wanna see me again? I'd consider hanging out|with you again. Hey, maybe I can come|and see you work sometime. - Maybe.|- I wouldn't get in the way. I swear. All right, man, we'll see. - Hi, Kelly.|- Hi. So did you have a good day|at the beach? Groovy. I hear you and David|hang out together. No. I mean, I know who he is|but I don't really know him. Well, I've gotta tell you, Kelly. You've got a real fan in my son. And when David likes somebody,|I mean, really likes somebody, you can be sure of one thing. - What?|- You've got a friend for life. How lucky for me. - Hi, Mel.|- Hi, Jackie. - You look great.|- Thanks. So do you. Oh, Mel. White tulips? - Gorgeous. You didn't have to do that.|- Okay. Honey, would you mind putting them|in some water? Thanks. - You hungry?|- Famished. I made reservations at Michael's|in Santa Monica. I hope that's okay. - It's only my favourite restaurant.|- Good. Good. Let's go. Good night, Kelly. I'll be sure to say hi to David for you. Good night, sweetheart.|Don't wait up. Ladies, how about|these chairs right here? Maximise your tanning potential. - Would you like a towel?|- Towel? Sure. - Some ice water, maybe?|- Love some. - I'll get it.|- Felix, wait. - Oh, he's quite a little helper.|- Yeah. Ladies. Walsh,|could I talk to you for a minute? Yeah, sure. - Excuse us.|- Excuse me. What's with the kid? Oh, he's just some little guy|I'm playing Big Brother to. That's commendable. Just make sure he doesn't|get in the way of your doing your job. Oh, I'm not.|He's actually helping me out. Oh, yeah? Well, I just saw him helping himself|to some french fries on that tray over there. I'm sorry. I'll keep|a better eye on him. I promise. Ice water. Ice water. Ice water. Yeah. So the word is that Kelly's mom|and David's dad totally hit it off. That's wonderful, Brenda. Kelly must be thrilled her mother's|finally met somebody nice. Thrilled?|She's completely freaking out. Well, she'll get over it. Why do you say that? Well, because when you meet|somebody you care about, things just have a way|of working themselves out. Mom, you are such a romantic. Be careful. It runs in the family. So, Brenda, what do you think? Are things gonna work out|between us? Hey, Mom, Brenda, I want you to meet|a friend of mine. This is Felix. - Hi, Felix. Nice to meet you.|- Hey. He was helping me out|at the club today. I thought maybe, if it was all right|with his mom, he could stay for dinner. Sounds good to me. Listen, Felix, I was just about to start|the famous Walsh french fries. - You wanna help?|- Yeah. - Boy, this house sure is great.|- Thanks. Listen, I'm gonna put this on you.|This oil's awfully hot. This'll keep it from getting|your clothes messed up. Oh, don't worry about them. There you go, Felix, but be careful,|these are Brenda's favourite food. After chocolate. Okay, that oil looks ready. All right, go ahead. Dump them in. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Felix, it's all right. - Are you all right?|- Yeah. Just clumsy, I guess. Felix, why don't you go|call your mother and let her know you're here?|I don't want her to worry. Okay. Sorry about that. Hey, don't worry about it,|we'll make more. Hi, Mom. Everything's great. I helped Brandon out|at the beach club today. Now they want me|to stay for dinner. I'm at their house. Is that okay? Okay. Bye, Mom. I love you too. - Hey, Kel.|- Hi. I heard your mom and my dad|had a pretty swinging time last night. That's not what I heard. No, seriously. I think they already set up another date|for this week. Look, David. My mother's personal life|is her own business. I don't pay much attention to it. Wouldn't it be cool if we ended up|stepbrother and stepsister? Stepbrother and stepsister. Stepbrother and stepsister. Stepbrother and stepsister. Stepbrother and stepsister. Oh, man, I wonder|how much these will bring at the annual West Beverly auction? Not as much|as a picture of Kelly wearing it. Oh, my God. What are you guys-?|Give me that. Get out of my room.|Get out of my room now! She's even cuter mad. I've gotta do something. Mel, thanks for another|wonderful evening. I had a great time too. I hope this isn't too forward,|but how about tomorrow night? I'm sorry,|I already have plans with my daughter. We're trying to spend a lot|of quality time together these days. Well, so bring her. I'll bring David.|We'll make it a foursome. We'll go someplace nice. - That sounds great.|- Good. Are you sure|there's nothing weird about you? - Something that you're hiding?|- No, why? I'm used to men|with major liabilities. You just seem too good to be true. Well, give it time. Under the surface,|I'm an egomaniacal monster. But by the time you find out the truth,|it'll be too late. - You'll be in my clutches.|- How frightening. - Mom, is that you?|- Yeah, hi, Kelly. I'll be up in a minute. I'll pick you up at 7. - Good night.|- Good night. - How'd it go?|- Two for two. Mom, I thought they told you|you should stay single for a while to adjust to being sober. Kelly, please. You can't be both my therapist|and my daughter. Which is it gonna be? I know, but he does not|seem like your type. Well, you can get|to know him better tomorrow. Tomorrow? I thought you and I|were having dinner together tomorrow. I know, but I thought|we'd make it a happy foursome. You, me, Mel and David.|Doesn't that sound fun? No, that sounds totally excruciating. Well, at least we're being honest. Good night, sweetie. I'm beat. What if I can't make it? Kelly, you're going to make it. Can I have a Coke, please? - Name?|- Walsh. Felix Walsh. Felix Walsh? Yeah, I'm Brandon's little brother. Walsh. - Yeah?|- We gotta talk. - What's the matter?|- This kid. I mean, a day or two is one thing,|but this can't become a habit. Henry, I just got to work. I didn't even know he was here.|I'll take care of it. Good. I don't wanna hear|any complaints from the members. - Right.|- And Walsh, he's going around telling everybody|he's your little brother. - Thanks.|- Yeah. - Felix, my man.|- Hey, big bro. - How'd you get down here today?|- I took the bus. I wanted to surprise you.|I thought I could help you out again. I'd really like that,|but I gotta work alone. I'm sorry. Oh, well. It's all right. Then I'll sit in the back lockers|and fold towels or something. - Nobody will see.|- I wish you could, buddy. Tomorrow's my day off. Why don't you come here|tomorrow around 9 and we'll take a skate|down to Venice, huh? Well, I could go over there|by the volleyball courts - and just sit. I won't bother anybody.|- Felix, I can't. It's a private club. I can only bring|guests down on my day off. Come on, I'll walk you out. Hey, don't look so down.|I'll see you tomorrow. - You promise?|- Promise. Hey, Kel, how about a few words|of summer wisdom for posterity? Get lost. Hey, Steve, how about you? What can I say?|It's great to be young. I wish they all could be California girls.|You know what I'm saying? Yeah, definitely. - See you tonight, Kel.|- I'm counting the minutes. Me too. So to what do we owe|your sunny disposition? How can you stand him? David Silver? Humour him.|What's the big deal? It's true about your mom|and his dad, huh? We're all going to dinner tonight.|Just the four of us. Won't that be cosy? They want you to get along already?|That's quick. What do you mean? Kelly, single parents never want|the two sides to get together unless it's serious. You really think so? I mean, they haven't slept together|or anything. Kelly, get with it.|Sex is out of the loop these days. It all depends on how they get along|personally and financially. My mom was saying|how much they had in common. And he is rich. Well, then this dinner|can only mean one thing: A romantic declaration of love|in front of the kids. I think I'm gonna be sick. Steve,|what can I do to stop this thing? There is one thing that will totally|scare off a prospective stepparent. But it takes guts,|though I'm sure you've got that. What is it? You've gotta let David's father know|right from the start that life with you|won't be worth living. You've gotta be|the stepchild from hell. You're gonna love this place.|It's one of my favourite restaurants. It's gorgeous. Mom, isn't this the place|that gave Laurie food poisoning? I don't think so. So, Kelly,|you ever dream this would happen? Not in my wildest|Freddy Kreuger nightmares. Well, Kelly, I hope we're not dragging|you away from your friends tonight, but Jackie and I thought that|having dinner together would be fun. Why? So that I could get to know David|and so that you could get to know Mel. Let me tell you something|about Kelly, Mel. - To know her is not to love her.|- Kelly. Well, that's not what I hear. Or rather see on video. Dad, you're embarrassing me. I hardly think that that's possible. David, your father tells me that you're|West Beverly's video historian. Yeah, something like that. I can hardly turn around anymore without that obnoxious video lens|being stuck right in my face. - It's nothing personal.|- It's just a little perverted. What do you call those guys? - Voyeurs or something?|- Kelly. David, I forbid you to commit|one more inch of videotape to that gorgeous face. Thank you. I thought I was gonna have to get|one of those restraining orders. Let's order. Actually, I've lost my appetite. You'll be missing out, Kelly, really. This restaurant|has one of the best chefs in town. I knew there must have been some|reason why you dragged us here. Kelly, that's enough. - How about a drink to start?|- A drink? You want my mother|to order a drink? - I'll have water.|- Whatever. Because the last thing you do|is ask a recovering alcoholic - what she wants to drink-|- Kelly! Why don't you just shut up? I think we need a little trip|to the ladies' room. - Forget it. I'm out of here.|- Wait a minute. Don't you leave this restaurant,|do you hear me? What is going on? - Let go of me.|- I will not. I demand an explanation. I have never seen a ruder display|of bad manners in my entire life. Now, what were you hoping|to accomplish by that act? Aside from humiliating|and embarrassing yourself, which you did extremely well,|I might add. If he's so great, why don't you|just go ahead and marry him? Oh, Kelly, don't be ridiculous.|We just met. He's a very sweet man|but I'm not gonna marry him. We're just dating.|Now what is the big deal? You know what? Ever since you and Dad got divorced,|almost my entire life, you have either been married|or drunk. I just thought that when you finally|got out of Timber Hills, you would wanna spend some time|getting to know me. What do you think I'm doing? Why do you think you're here? This is not about me.|This is about you and some guy. Kelly, please, cut me a little slack. Don't I have a right to be happy? Don't I have a right to have you|all to myself just for a little while? We're gonna spend lots of time|together. I promise. No matter who I'm seeing. I just don't wanna share you. Not yet. Not with David Silver. Kelly. I know. I understand. Do you think we can go back now? I don't know. I made a pretty big|fool of myself in there. Who cares? Come on. Walsh, what are you doing here?|I thought this was your day off. Yeah, it is.|Have you seen Felix around? No, I'm happy to say I have not. I was supposed to meet him here|this morning. - Kept me waiting for over an hour.|- Don't you have better things to do than to be stood up by a little squirt|on your day off? Yeah, I do. Hey, Felix. Oh, hi. What's with you, man? I wait for you all day|at the beach club. - You don't show, you don't call.|- Sorry. No wonder so many guys|don't stick it out with you. Today was my day off, Felix. I mean, if we're gonna make this work,|you gotta at least show me the- My God, what happened to you? I tried to do a triple and I wiped out. Oh, come on, man.|That's no wipe-out bruise. What happened?|Did you get into a fight? Hey, Felix. I'm here for you, man.|You can trust me. What happened? My mom hit me. - What?|- She didn't mean it. I was really bad. You couldn't have done|something so bad to deserve that. I told her I would call.|I should've called and I forgot. Is that the only one? - Felix, has this happened before?|- No. I told you she didn't mean it. She didn't mean it. Promise you won't tell? It's gonna be okay, Felix. That's about all I can promise you.|It's gonna be okay. Andrea. Brandon,|to what do I owe this honour? There's a really big problem|with Felix. I know. I know. I got your message. I know he can be difficult.|I didn't wanna say anything, I thought it would prejudice you.|I think he's a great kid- No, no, it's not that, Andrea. I mean, Felix is a great kid,|once you get past his walls anyways. Well, then, what is it? Have you ever noticed all the bruises|Felix gets from skating? Or how he never takes his shirt off,|even on the hottest day? Brandon,|what are you talking about? Felix's mother beats him. Brandon,|that's a really serious accusation. - I mean, are you sure?|- Yeah, totally. I can't believe I let him go home.|I should have taken him with me- - That would have been kidnapping.|- Well, I gotta do something. Brandon, are you sure it's his mother?|I mean, maybe it's another kid. You know, some neighbourhood bully|or something - and he's too embarrassed to say.|- He wouldn't lie. Not about this. You know, if we report this, he'd be yanked out of his house,|put into foster care. Maybe he has a grandmother,|an aunt or anybody. - Maybe not.|- So, what do you say we do? Just let him stay at home,|let his mom keep beating him up? No, that's not what I'm saying. - I don't know. I'm not an expert.|- I know. I'm sorry. Look, there's a social worker|who used to work at the centre. I think we've gotta talk|to a professional person about this. I think|I'd better talk to my parents first. Thanks. So, what happened|when you went back to the table? Well, I had to apologise, of course. David's dad was very cool, but I could tell|he thought I was a total nutcase. Well, you are, Kelly. It needs more garlic. So anyway,|the whole thing totally backfired and it brought them|even closer together. Well, Kelly, if it's meant to be,|it's meant to be. I mean, true love|is kind of like a locomotive. It tends to flatten anything|that gets in its way. Tell me about it. I feel like Gumby. Gumby. He's flat. I'll get it. Hello? Oh, there's that voice|I miss so much. Dylan? You guys, it's Dylan. Hi, Dylan. There's the most incredible storm|happening right now. The sky's exploding|in all these bizarre colours and I just wanted to share it|with somebody. So you decided to call me. Well, I tried to call|my other girlfriends, but their lines were either busy|or disconnected. - Thanks, Dylan.|- Bren, one more thing. - What?|- I still- Dylan? Hello? Dylan, you still what? Dylan? - What? What happened?|- Who was that? Dylan. We got divinely disconnected. Thank God. - Hey, everybody.|- Oh, hi, Brandon. - Hey, there.|- You spent a long day with that boy. No, not really. - What's the matter? You look beat.|- No, Dad. I'm not. But I know someone who is. Brandon,|what are you talking about? Felix, the little kid|who we all thought was so cute? He's being beat up at home. - Are you sure?|- Wait a minute. Who's Felix? This kid that Brandon|was playing Big Brother to. He came over for dinner|and he had a french-fry freak-out. Brenda, that's because|I went to pat him on the back and he flinched. That's where his mom hits him. Brandon,|these are very serious charges. How can you be sure about this? I've seen the bruises and the welts. You wouldn't believe|that a parent could do that. Oh, my God. He said this was the first time|it's happened, but I don't know if I can believe it. It doesn't make any difference.|Once is one time too many. Yeah, I know, so I talked to Andrea, and we're gonna go|see a social worker tomorrow. But the thing is, do I report it or not? - Brandon, you have to.|- But it's not that simple, Bren. Sometimes these kids get yanked|out of their homes right away and put into foster care. And I don't know|if Felix could take it. He feels abandoned as it is. His father walked out on him|when he was 3. Well, maybe he has a relative|or a friend he could stay with. Could he stay with us? Brandon, that's a very generous idea,|but I don't think- Dad, you can't turn your back on someone|you know needs your help. You let Dylan stay here. Sweetheart,|it's a completely different thing. I mean, Felix is a child.|He needs constant care. Besides, I'm not sure|it would do him any good to be here. What he needs is a safe,|permanent place. Brandon,|have you confronted his mother? No. I mean, what would I say to her?|She'll never admit it to me. Besides,|Felix made me promise not to tell. Well, you've just got to do|what's best for Felix, honey. I know. Don't worry. It's off. Can I buy you a soda? No, thanks. Listen, David, I'm- I'm really sorry about being|such a *** the other night. You think because|you're Kelly Taylor, I'm thrilled about our parents|seeing each other, don't you? Well, yeah, sort of. Maybe for a second. But the bottom line is|your mom's been divorced forever. And my parents,|their divorce isn't even final yet. So? So while it's cool|that my dad likes your mom, I just wish|he'd like my own mom more. - I don't know. It's stupid.|- It's not stupid, David. I mean, I can totally remember|I used to hope for the same things. It's really hard when you realise|that's not gonna happen. That sounds like something|my therapist would say. My mom's therapist. She made me see him once. Trust me. I know how it is. So I guess|my mom really likes your dad. And vice versa. What are we gonna do? I mean, I guess what's important|is that they're happy together. Yeah, I guess so. Truce? Sweetheart, this could be the start|of a beautiful friendship. - Hi, Brandon.|- Hi, is Felix here? No, he's down|at the Valley Youth Center. But I appreciate all the time|you've been spending with him. - Yeah, well, he's a special kid.|- Yeah, he sure is. Suzanne,|can I talk to you for a second? Sure, come in. So can I get you a soda|or something? No. No, thanks. So, what's up? Well, what's up is - Suzanne, I know.|- You know what? I've seen the bruises.|I know you beat Felix. What are you talking about?|I can't even believe what I'm hearing. - Look, I'm not a social worker-|- No, you're not, so why don't you get the hell out|of my house? - Suzanne-|- How could you even suggest that I could hurt my own child? Well, it seems|pretty unbelievable to me too. My parents never laid a hand on me|when I was a child. But Felix has bruises|all over his back! - What did that boy say to you?|- Nothing. He defends you. He thinks it's his fault.|He thinks he deserves it. Oh, God. I had a little too much to drink|and I hit him, but not hard. - And he didn't deserve it.|- So why'd you do it? Things got tough,|and I took it out on him. It'll never happen again. Maybe you should get help|with these problems of yours so you don't take them out on Felix. How am I gonna be able|to afford that? I don't know. There must be some|free community social services- It's not for me. Then maybe|you should do it for Felix. Look, Suzanne. I talked to my parents about this. They didn't think I should come here|and talk to you. They said I should call a social worker|and report the incident. They did? Maybe they were right. Well, maybe Maybe there is somebody|I could call. A social worker or someone. Oh, God. I am so sorry. I'm so ashamed. You don't understand.|I am not that kind of a mother. Really, I'm not. I know, Suzanne. I know. Come on, you guys,|let's go see if lunch is ready. Hey, Felix. - What are you doing here?|- I came by to see you. Well, maybe I don't wanna see you. I guess|you're pretty mad at me, huh? You promised.|You promised you wouldn't tell. - Felix, I know it's hard.|- I miss my mom. I've been in here over a week.|When am I gonna go home? Soon, I hope. But Felix, your mom wanted you|to come here so she could get some help. So when you do go home,|you won't have to be afraid anymore. You know,|I thought you dumped me. - Just forgot all about me.|- No. I just thought you needed some space.|Some time to cool off. I guess you're right. Do I look like the kind of guy|who would bail on a brother? No. Thanks, Brandon. Anytime, Felix. Come on,|let's go get some lunch, huh? - Sure.|- Cool. - So, what have you been up to lately?|- Oh, not much. You wanna go|to the Kings' game next week? Yeah, that'd be great. So tell me something, Felix,|what's the food like in here?