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You know what I'd really like? Let me guess. What I really wish is that|I didn't have to go home so early. So why don't you forget|your curfew? Oh, yeah, right, "Mom, Dad,|I'll be home whenever I feel like it. " - I don't think so.|- What about Baja? What about Baja? I'm going this weekend.|You wanna come with? They'd never let me go|in a million years. Which I don't understand because they let you|come over here all the time. I mean, what's the difference? The difference is that I come home|at night. And when I'm tucked in my bed,|I am still their little girl. So tell them you'll be gone|for 36 hours. Leave Saturday morning,|come back Sunday night. - Dylan-|- It doesn't hurt to ask. You never know,|they might surprise you, say yes. Maybe they will. I've really got to get home. Forget your curfew. You're right. And as long as I'm close,|they don't care. Good. Besides, I tiptoe. Brenda? Hi, Dad. Good night, Dad. Wait, wait, wait just a minute. Do you have any idea|what time it is? Yeah, I'm sorry.|I lost track of time. Well, that's what you said|the last time. What's the point of a curfew|if you're never gonna follow it? Well, I was beginning|to wonder that myself. You know, we haven't talked|about this in quite some time. And frankly, I thought things|were under control. But it's getting to the point when you're spending altogether|too much time with Dylan. Can we talk about this|in the morning? No, we'll talk about this right now. Brenda, you're in high school. On school nights, I expect you|to be home at a reasonable hour, getting your studies done,|getting a good night's rest. Dad, you're treating me like a kid.|I'm 17 years old. My grades are fine.|What's the big deal? The big deal is when are you gonna start paying|attention to the curfew around here? You know, I don't ask|that much of you, do I? No. So this won't be a problem, right? I always do the right thing, don't I? Yes, you do. Good night. Look, our bridesmaids' dresses|are in this mag. That's nice. Very quaint. Kelly, your mom's getting married|and you act like you don't even care. That's very observant of you,|Donna. Hey, are you guys ready for this? I got your mom and my dad|the hottest wedding present ever. Diamond earrings? I don't get it. Well, it's one for each of them.|It's sort of a love-bond thing. But, David, your dad doesn't even|have his ear pierced. He doesn't now, but he will.|That's the idea. So, what do you think? I think if I hear one more thing|about this wedding, I'm gonna scream. Wow, what's her problem? Maybe she's jealous. - So?|- So? - What did your father say?|- I just have to find the right time. I'm leaving Saturday.|Maybe we should ask him together? Oh, Dylan, I don't know. - Brenda.|- Hello. So about this weekend, I was thinking we could rent|9 million videos and- Listen, Kelly,|maybe we can do it another time. I can't make it through|another weekend listening to the bride and groom deciding|whether to serve chicken or fish. I know, it's just that Dylan|invited me to go to Baja with him. And Cindy and Jim|are letting you go? She hasn't asked them yet. Well, in that case,|what videos should we rent? Kelly, they might say yes.|You never know. - Yeah, right.|- Anyway if they do, is it okay? - I mean, do you mind?|- Yeah, I mind. I don't see why you'd wanna go|and spend an incredibly cool and romantic weekend|with your boyfriend, when you could stay here in town|and be miserable with me. Thanks, Kel.|I knew you'd understand. - When are we gonna ask?|- Just wait. Hey, what's going on?|What's all the secrecy? Nothing. Brenda, I was talking to Jackie|on the phone today and she said Kelly's|taking this thing very hard. Well, Mom, you know Kelly. I mean, she has a flair for melodrama|but she'll be fine. Just the same, maybe while|you're there this weekend, you could do something to,|you know, snap her out of it. I don't think I'm gonna be spending|the weekend at Kelly's after all. Oh, really? Why? Dylan and I made other plans. After you made a commitment|to Kelly? It wasn't a commitment.|We were just gonna hang out together. Well, what are you two|planning instead? Yes, do tell. Actually, I'm going surfing|for the weekend in Baja. And Dylan invited me to go.|I mean, isn't that great? - Baja?|- As in Mexico? Brandon, stay out of it. It's just for a couple of days, sir. Actually it's only for a day and a half. I mean we're leaving Saturday morning|and we'll be back Sunday night. Brenda, are you asking me if you can go to Mexico|with Dylan for the weekend? Because if you are, the answer is- Dad, come on. I mean,|you let me go to Yosemite. This is different. You were with|your brother and the rest of the gang. You're talking about running off to|a foreign country with your boyfriend. - Dad, please.|- Let me and Dad talk about it. You're not actually|considering this, are you? Yes. I mean, what are you|so worried about? Everything. Jim, they are 17 years old. That's what I'm worried about. Where they gonna stay? A motel, probably. Oh, wonderful. Jim, would you listen to yourself?|You sound just like my father. I always liked your father. So where exactly|are you staying, Dylan? Well, I always stay|at the same place. It's called La Boca Grande. It's really clean.|It's really a family sort of guesthouse. You mean a motel? Something like that. - Something like that?|- You know, Dad. There's absolutely nothing|to worry about, sir. - I'll take good care of her.|- I'm sure you will. - Jim|- Mom, please. It's only two days. Actually, it's only a day and a half. I wanna call Dr. Pollack,|make sure you don't need shots. Dad, there are no shots. - Are there?|- Oh, no, of course not. Baja is just like California,|only it's a little farther south. You have to promise|you'll be careful what you eat. - Absolutely.|- Definitely. Wait a minute. You guys|are actually gonna let her go? - Brandon.|- Just remember one thing: If we treat you like an adult,|we expect you to behave like an adult. I will, I promise. Thank you, sir. I love you, Dad. Thanks, Mom. Now all I have to do|is teach her how to surf. Would you look at that? The beach is closed again|because of bacteria in the bay. This is really gross. Looks like your first lesson|is gonna have to wait, Bren. Too bad. Come on,|let's go get some breakfast. I don't believe it. Who is he? The guy that taught me|how to surf. Jake. - Jake.|- Dylan. - Hey, all right.|- How you doing, man? - I heard you were living up in Seattle.|- Eugene. I've been back a year now. What, you didn't call me?|I thought you fell off the Earth. I tried, I tried.|Your number's been disconnected. Yeah, I moved a few times. I hear your old man's|been doing a lot of reading. Yeah. What goes around,|comes around, right? - So are you a surfer?|- Well, not quite. Actually, today was gonna be|my first lesson. - No luck. Funky beach.|- Yeah, I saw the sign. That last storm must have|really flushed out the city. We gotta stop using that ocean|for a toilet. Head down south, Dylan.|No people, no garbage. Actually, we're going to Baja|this weekend. Really? Well, that sounds great. - I'm Jake Hanson.|- Brenda Walsh. Dylan told me|that you taught him how to surf. How to surf,|how to ride a motorcycle. How to pick up girls. Well, fortunately,|he's unlearned a few of those lessons. Yeah, I bet he has. Where are you living these days? Just a little place off Melrose.|Nothing special. You ought to stop by the Pit.|I'm there every night for dinner. - That place still around?|- Are you kidding? Man, you have been out of touch. So, young lovebirds,|que quieres comer? - Come again?|- It's espanol, Bren. Don't you think you ought to brush up|before your big adventure? Quiero un hamburger, por favor.|And hold the attitude, please. I can't believe they're letting you go. Yeah, and no thanks to you,|Mr. Benedicto Arnaldo. - You guys are going to Mexico?|- Yeah, this weekend. What do you wanna take your|girlfriend with you to Mexico for? We could do a guy thing.|We could go down, hang out. Pick up some babes on the beach. I've always wanted to go to Mexico,|especially Baja. In fact, you know what|would really be great? If we all went, you know,|like Yosemite. I mean, the food's not supposed|to cost much, and if we're careful,|there's no reason to get sick. I hear hotels are really cheap.|We could caravan. It would be fun. It would be like a real adventure,|don't you think? No. Maybe next time. Dylan and I|are trying to keep this trip romantic. - Sorry.|- It's okay. - Just remember one thing, pal.|- Yeah? My sister snores. Okay. Excuse me,|what kind of invitation is this? Mr. Steve Sanders. No guest? Dad and Jackie are trying|to keep the numbers down. Just as well, weddings|are great places to meet girls. They're always so ripe, so|So misty-eyed. And way too old for you. At the very least,|Kelly will be there, right? Yeah, if she survives till then. Why? What's the matter? She's still not too thrilled|about the whole idea. I wouldn't be either if I knew|you were moving into my house. My dad is moving in.|I still haven't made up my mind. Tell your dad to travel light. Seems like Kelly's mom likes weddings|more than she does marriages. Steve, Jackie's changed a lot. Yeah, I hope so. I don't know if my dad|could handle another divorce. I don't know if I could either. Yo, Nat.|Did you save me a piece of pie? Jake. Give me a grab. I heard rumours you were back|in the neighbourhood. - Listen, I have a bill for you.|- I was afraid of that. - Glad you could make it.|- Absolutely. - Hi.|- Hi. Why don't I introduce you|to the gang? - All right.|- Okay, Andrea. So, what kind of work|do you do, Jake? Wow, let's see|I ran a big oil company for a while. And I sold that. Got into real estate development,|built big hotels on the Kona Coast. Made a ton of cash. But I met this incredibly beautiful girl|and blew it all in one big wild weekend. So here I am. - Oh, sure.|- Yeah. - So, what are you gonna do now?|- I don't know. - You got any ideas? My rent's due.|- How are you at painting houses? - Better than Rembrandt.|- Can you start right away? Sure. Whose house? My dad's fiancee.|She's really desperate. Yeah, sounds perfect. Oh, Dylan, we need to motor. Oh, yeah. Gotta get home|and watch The Grapes of Wrath. Otherwise, you get stuck reading it. - It's a great movie.|- Great book. - See you.|- Take it easy. - Bye, bro.|- Bye. Bren, what time is it? Wake up. - Bren. Bren, what time is it?|- Oh, my God. It's 4:00 in the morning. Dad's gonna kill me.|I can't believe you fell asleep. Me? Wait a minute. Let's go. Dylan, come on.|We've gotta get out of here. Bren, relax.|Just tell him we fell asleep. Brenda? Right, Dad. Good night.|Sleep well. Do you know what time it is? Do you know how worried|your mother and I were? - Dad, I'm sorry, I fell asleep.|- Brenda, give me a break. You think I make rules|so you can ignore them? Dad, we were watching|Grapes of Wrath on TV for school and we fell asleep. - That's fine. But you have a curfew.|- Dad- How do you expect me to treat you|like an adult when you act like a child? If I can't trust you to toe the line|when you're at home, how can I trust you|when you're on your own in Mexico? Dad, please. I said I was sorry. Brenda, it's not enough.|Not this time. What are you saying? I'm saying that|you can forget about Mexico. You just blew it. I can't believe this.|My cousin Ruth is actually coming. I thought you told me|she was afraid to fly. It says in the note|that hypnosis cured her. Imagine that. So, what does that bring us up to,|two hundred zillion? Well, assuming no one else|accepts, 167. So much for a well-funded|retirement plan. Well, if it helps,|you can take one off the list. Who? Well, my dad says|if my mom goes, he won't go. And my mom says if my dad comes,|she won't come. And so, anyway, it's minus one. I'm sorry, Donna.|This must be awfully *** you. Yeah. Well, I'll get used to it. It's just weird. I mean, with you guys planning|a wedding and my parents' marriage|is falling apart. Well, you never know, honey,|your parents may work through this. Spoken like a true expert. - Kelly.|- Sorry. Kelly, come back here. What is her problem? Give her some time, honey.|She'll come around. You should have heard my father.|I mean, the last time I saw him like this was when Brandon was 11 years old|and tried to ski off the roof. You'll go to Baja|when your parents calm down. Yeah, you can still spend|the weekend at my house, right? It's not like you're grounded|or anything. Or you can say you're staying|at Kelly's and then go to Baja anyway. - What?|- You heard me. - You mean lie?|- Well, yeah. She lies and I cover for her. - Would you?|- I don't know, Bren. It sounds kind of risky.|What if your mom calls? Well, I'll just make sure|I call her first. That way we can head her off. When she does call,|you say that Brenda's in the shower, then you call Brenda|in Mexico at the motel, and Brenda will call her right back. - You're better at this than I thought.|- My cousin used to do it all the time. - And it worked?|- Like a charm. - I don't know.|- Kelly, please. You don't know how much|this will mean to me. Is everybody decent? - Where's your dress?|- It doesn't fit. I gained a whole dress size.|I'm gonna look like Miss Piggy. Oh, you'll look beautiful. Thank you, Donna.|A beautiful Miss Piggy. Listen, Kelly, be a dear. I promised the new handyman|that I'd be home to give him a cheque. - Run home for me.|- Mother. Kelly, please. This guy is too good to lose|and I'm stuck here for another hour. Great. Okay. Fine.|This wedding is ruining my life. Will you girls please excuse us? Kelly, I am really getting tired|of your attitude. You've been nothing but a pill ever since Mel and I|announced our engagement. Now, I have tried to be understanding.|I really have. I even made your friends|my bridesmaids. I thought that would make you happy.|But all you can do is sulk. I'm sorry, okay? There, I apologise.|What more do you want from me? Well, for starters, I'd like you|to sound like you mean it. - Hi.|- Hi. - Who are you?|- I'm Kelly, I live here. I'm Jake Hanson. - You must be Jackie's sister.|- Daughter. One kid all grown up|and a baby on the way. - Must be a second marriage, huh?|- Fourth, but who's counting? - I guess you are.|- Excuse me? Sorry. Didn't mean to get personal. Well, I'll let you get back|to your work. - You know, it's okay.|- What is? You can get personal if you want to. I wanna go with you so bad,|but I'm not used to lying to my parents. I mean, Kelly said|she would cover for me but I don't know|if I can go through with it. So don't lie. Just tell them you're going|to Mexico with me and go. Oh, right. They'd kill me. Bren, you gotta take a stand|at some point. I mean, you can't let them treat you|like a kid forever. - Well, they say that I behave like one.|- Come on. Why, because you came home|late one night? We fell asleep. Well, I know that.|I mean, that's what I told them. But my father is being|so unreasonable. He never treats Brandon like this. He's being so sexist.|I mean, I'm really tired of it. I'm the same age as Brandon is. I deserve the same rights|and the same privileges. Bren, you don't have to convince me.|I mean, I'm on your side, remember? Fine. I've made up my mind. I'm going, whether my parents|like it or not. What are you doing, Bren,|running away? Go back to sleep, Brandon. I'm going over to Kelly's|for the weekend. - At 5 in the morning?|- Yes. You're going down to Baja with Dylan,|aren't you? Don't blow this for me, Brandon,|please. I don't believe you.|You know they're gonna hit the roof. Only if you tell them,|and I know you won't. And what, pray tell,|do you expect me to say? - That I'm at Kelly's just like I planned.|- They ain't gonna buy it. Brandon, please. All right, but it's gonna cost you|bigtime. That's Dylan. Right on time. Cover for me, Brandon. Brenda must have left for Kelly's|at the crack of dawn. I didn't even hear her.|Why'd she leave so early? She said something|about going to a flea market. Oh, I bet they're looking for|a wedding present for Jackie and Mel. Right. And you know|how those places are, you gotta get a jump|on those antique dealers. - What are we gonna get them?|- How about a crib? - Very funny.|- I wasn't kidding. Maybe I should call Kelly|and Bren and ask them. Mom, I'm sure|they're still at the flea market, and they said they're gonna|go to the movies after that. Well, I guess I can always|call them later. Or just ask Brenda|when she calls here. Right. Brandon, do you think|I was too *** your sister? No. - You had your reasons.|- I know, but she really wanted to go. I should have|given her another chance. Don't beat yourself up about it.|I'm sure she understands. I thought you might be thirsty. Well, thanks. Gonna stand there or do you|wanna make yourself helpful? Sure, I'll help, I guess.|What can I do? - Hand me that level.|- What's a level? That long thing, right there. Okay. - So, what are you building?|- Wedding canopy. You know|your mom designed it herself? Yeah, she's making|a pretty big production out of all this. Have you seen her yet?|She's out to here: You'd think she'd wanna keep it|a little more low-key. Hey, pregnant or not,|she's still the bride. It's her big day.|Let her have some fun. Yeah, I guess. You know, Kelly, I think|I know what your problem is. Why don't you tell me? You're a little bit hung up|on the way things used to be, instead of making your plans|for the way things are gonna be. Yeah, sort of like|having a new father, a new brother and a new baby|all at the same time. There's a world full of possibilities. You know, Bren, I can't believe|you actually went through with it. Me either. But I wouldn't|miss this trip for the world. I'm just glad you finally|stood up to your parents. Actually, I didn't.|They think that I'm at Kelly's house. - Brenda|- Look, it'll be fine, all right? I just need to use the phone. - Hello.|- Hi, it's me. - Bren?|- Is everything cool? Yeah, so far so good. - You went to the flea market.|- What? With Kelly. That's why you left|so early this morning. Oh, right. Okay, thanks, Brandon. All right, you got it.|Just be careful, okay? Okay, okay, put Mom on. Okay, hang on. Mom, it's Bren. Tell her I said hi. - Don't you wanna talk to her?|- Well, not unless she needs me. - She doesn't even wanna talk to you.|- Wow, this is so easy. - I should do it more often.|- Don't even think about it. All right. Look, I'm gonna call|first thing in the morning. But if you need anything before then,|we'll be staying at- What's it called? - La Boca Grande de Baja.|- La Boca Grande de Baja. Got it. Bye. Bye. - Where is everybody?|- Hey, Rosalita? Dylan, mi hijo, what's cooking? Oh, how you doing? Rosalita, I'd like you|to meet Brenda Walsh. Brenda Walsh, Rosalita Valdez.|She has the best motel on the beach. - Hi.|- Hi. How is that? What was her name? Stacy. Stacy? Who's Stacy? Just someone I came down here|with once. You never told me about that. - It was a long time ago.|- When? - Last summer.|- We were going out last summer. When we were broken up? You were actually seeing someone? And you brought her here?|Dylan, you lied to me. I didn't lie. I call it lying when you don't tell|someone something this important, it's the same thing. Rosalita, can we have|our keys, please? Oh, don't bother.|We're not staying. - Hello.|- Oh, hi, Kelly. Mrs. Walsh, hi. How are you? Oh, fine. Did you find anything|at the flea market? - What?|- The flea market. Brandon said you and Brenda|went to the flea market looking for wedding presents. Right. As a matter of fact, no.|There wasn't anything good there. Oh, well, better luck next time. Listen, is Brenda there?|She called just a little while ago. You've just missed her.|She ran out to get some food, and she'll be back,|and then I can have her call you. - Okay, good. Bye-bye.|- Bye. Bren, please, don't do this. We came all the way down here.|Let's not spoil the whole weekend. I'm not spoiling anything. I mean, I thought this was gonna be|the greatest weekend in my entire life and now it's ruined. It doesn't have to be. Look, I know this great little cantina.|It's really romantic. We could go, have dinner, talk. Start over. I don't know what I want anymore. It's for you. - Me?|- No, her. - Hello?|- Brenda. Hi, call home pronto. - Why, what's wrong?|- Nothing yet. - But your mom called.|- Oh, God, okay. And in case she asks,|we're having Thai food for dinner and you were out picking it up. Got it.|Kel, thanks, you're a lifesaver. Okay. I'm just about finished up here|for today. Okay. So got another soda in the fridge? Sure. Thanks. So, what's a girl like you doing|home alone on a Saturday night? Well, I was just asking myself|that same question. Did you come up with any answers? Well, Brenda's in Baja with Dylan and Donna's out with David,|and that leaves me. No No boyfriend? No. - You don't have to rub it in.|- Sorry. You told me to get personal. Listen, my mom's at Lamaze class. And I was just nuking some lasagne. If you're hungry,|you could stay for dinner. I mean, if you're not busy|or anything. No, no, I'm not busy. I'm starved. Great. I mean, I wouldn't want|this food to go to waste. Yeah. Smells great. Yeah, I love lasagne. Not talking about the lasagne. - Hello?|- Mom, hi, it's me. Oh, hi, honey. - Kelly said you called.|- Oh, yeah. You know, I was just wondering, have Jackie and Mel|mentioned anything that might make|a good wedding present? No, nothing specific. Kelly said you two didn't have|any luck at the flea market. Right. I was thinking of something|along the lines of glassware. Great idea. I mean,|everybody needs glassware. So are you two doing|anything special tonight? - What?|- You and Kelly. Got any plans? No, we're probably|just gonna eat takeout Thai food and rent a video or something. Okay, well, have a good time. Okay, you too. See you tomorrow. Everything okay? Fine. - Lot of elaborate plans for nothing.|- I can't believe I even came. Well, it's too late to turn back now. - Rosalita, do you have two rooms?|- Sure, of course. - Separate rooms. You happy now?|- Yes, I am. Thank you. You're gonna have to eat,|and I don't think you wanna be going to any of the local establishments|by yourself. - Well, maybe I do.|- Well, maybe you don't. So how long is it gonna take you|to finish up around here? About a week, I guess. Really? That's great. I mean, it's great for you. You gonna be around? Why? You need someone|to hold your level? Yeah. Maybe. Well, maybe it's good that my mother|has such big plans, then. Oh, you know, maybe you should|tell her to add on a nursery. - That could take months.|- I could probably arrange that. We don't want the baby, like,|sharing your room, do we? Don't even think it. You know, you talk a good game,|but when that baby comes, you're gonna be cooing|and cuddling with the best of them. - Think so?|- Of course. They're so little and sweet and Even a tough cookie|like you is gonna melt. Is that what you think I am?|A tough cookie? Isn't that what you want people|to think? No. I don't know,|I never really thought about it. Maybe you should. Who could that be? - Hey.|- Steve, what are you doing here? I was driving by, I saw your light on,|I figured I'd come and say hey. - I'm really tired.|- That's all right, I won't stay long. No, actually it's not|a good time for me. Hi. Working a little late, aren't we? Yeah, actually, it was a long day|and I made Jake some dinner. Since when can you cook? - Anything left for me?|- It's all gone. Oh, I get it.|A little tea for two, huh? Well, don't let me get in the way. Steve, wait. Steve and I used to go out. He's still pretty hung up|on you, huh? Yeah, I guess he is. How about you?|You ever have any second thoughts? About Steve? No. I mean, he's a great guy and we'll always be friends,|but it is definitely over. - Definitely?|- Definitely. Maybe I should go. Yeah, maybe you should. - Goodbye.|- Bye. I'll see you tomorrow morning.|Bright and early. Bright and early. I can't believe you're doing this. What? We're in one of the most|romantic places on the planet. The waves out there are cresting|in the moonlight. The food in here is great.|The people, friendliest in the world. And you're wasting it all|because of some stupid girl. Some stupid girl named Stacy,|and I'm not wasting anything. I am eating my food|and having a wonderful time. - Me too.|- Well, good. Yeah, we're having|a wonderful time. Feelings Nothing more than feelings - Dylan, I'm so sorry.|- Yeah, me too. Are toasts any good when|they're made with ginger ale? I think they work even better. Here's to you and freedom. And a wonderful weekend|in Mexico. - Make it a double, bartender.|- You must be hurting. What will it be, chocolate or vanilla? One of each. Normally in this situation, I'd ask the customer whether it was|love or money, but in your case- It's love. Definitely love. Let me guess.|Long blond hair, blue eyes? Yeah. Used to be I can go to Kelly's house|any hour of the day or night. She'd even sneak me|up the stairs to her room. Tonight, she wouldn't even let me in. - She really laid it on the line, huh?|- She had a guy there. - So what?|- That guy Jake. - Dylan's friend?|- Yeah. The one he said left|all those girls in a drift. So, what are you moping about?|This is great. Whose shoulder do you think Kelly will|come crying on when he dumps her? Yeah, well, maybe|I'm getting sick of waiting. Congratulations. It's about time. - Yeah, you think so?|- Yeah, I do. I think you gotta move on|once and for all. - Yeah, well, maybe I can't.|- Why not? I'm still in love with her. Kelly? Hi, guys. How was Lamaze? - It was very educational.|- Boring. Honey, it was not.|That movie was great. Trust me, Mel,|I have done this before. I don't need to take lessons|on how to have a baby. Wait a minute. Am I hearing things,|or were you just laughing? - What do you mean?|- I don't know. You just sound happy, that's all. And what is wrong with that?|Good night. Wait a minute. Come here. What? I just wanna hug you. That's all. - Oh, my God. What was that?|- What are you talking about? - That.|- Oh, you mean the baby kicking? - That's the first time I've ever felt it.|- Well, here, it's doing it again. - Not bad for a farm girl.|- Come here. Closer. I'll never forget this night|as long as I live. - Me neither.|- Let's dance like this all night. Well, not all night. Oh, the water is so warm and clean. What did I tell you? So how'd I do? Am I a surfer yet? Bren, you redefine|The Endless Summer. Are you joking? I'm stoked. I was hot. I was thrashing. You stood up for a second. Oh, no, actually it was two seconds. You were great. We better go before the Porsche|turns into a pumpkin. Do we have to? Yeah, it's either that|or you call Jimbo and ask if we can stay down|here another week. Adios, Mexico. Dylan, what's wrong?|Why'd they make you pull over? Oh, it's just a random thing, Bren.|They stop every tenth car. - Welcome home, folks.|- Thanks. Just need to see some ID. Sure thing. - Nice car.|- Yeah, you can search it if you want. Nope. Just a random check. Need to see yours, young lady|and you'll be on your way. - Excuse me?|- Your driver's licence. It was in my purse|the night of the robbery. I applied for a new one,|but it didn't come yet. That's okay. A birth certificate|or a passport's just as good. - I don't have either of those.|- Then we got a problem. Listen,|she's just as American as I am. I'm sure she is. But since the latest INS crackdown, we've got some pretty strict regulations|down here. Well, can't you just punch me|into a computer? I'll give you my social security number,|anything. I've got to get home. I'd love to help you, young lady.|Really, I would. But anybody could come down here|and claim they were you and give me a number. So, what am I gonna do? - How old are you?|- Seventeen. - No problem, we'll call your parents.|- You can't do that. Why not? Because her parents don't exactly|know that we're down here. Hey, I'm sorry. But we're gonna have to get|a legal guardian down here with your birth certificate. Failing that, they'll have to sign|a sworn affidavit verifying you a citizen. Unless maybe you're not|an American citizen. Of course I am. It's just that if you call my parents,|I'm a dead American citizen. - Dylan, what are we gonna do?|- You heard the man. Looks like we're gonna|have to call your father.