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- 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, *** 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, 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 ***. 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 *** 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.