Orange County Page #2

Its Shaun.

Shaun, pick up the phone!

Hes not here.

What?

Will you please just go to the door | and tell me if the mails there?

Im begging you.

Fine, fine.

Do I have to turn on | your computer?

Just go to the front door.

The mail would be in the mailbox.

Okay.

You owe me one, buddy.

Yeah, its here.

Todays the big day, Gary.

- Wow! | - Look at me! Im--

Where is it?

Come on. Where is it? | Where is the mail?

- I dont know. | - Are you sitting on it?

Dude, I see it | on the floor.

Yeah.

Push him.

Im moving your chair.

This is it.

This is my future | right here in this envelope.

Hey, youre blocking the tube.

Sorry.

"We regret to inform you...

that your application to Stanford | University was not accepted."

Wait. What?

I didnt get in?

I didnt get in?

But--

I dont get it.

I dont unders--

Youre overreacting, dude.

I didnt get into college, | and check me out.

Im kick-ass.

Whats wrong?

Something horribles happened.

Is Bob dead?

Did something break?

I got rejected from Stanford.

Baby, Im sorry.

Its okay.

Im so sorry.

Youre just gonna have to go somewhere | closer to home. Thats all.

And you get to keep living here...

with Lance and Bob...

and me.

Okay, and are you | a student here?

Yes, Im a student here.

Im Shaun Brumder. | Im the class president.

And you didnt get into Stanford? | Too bad. Tough break.

Where else did you apply?

Nowhere. You told me | I was a shoo-in.

Nowhere. Not even a safety school?

You said shoo-in.

Calm down. Lets see what we can do.

Looks here like your GPA is-- | What, 2.5?

And your S.A.T.s combined are 940.

Thats low.

940? I had a 1 520.

It says 940.

Thats not my transcript. | Thats Shane Brainards transcript.

- And you are? | - Shaun Brumder.

You didnt?

You couldnt have.

You sent in the wrong transcript?

Whats up, Shane?

Hey, guys, I got into Stanford.

Cool.

I applied as a joke, | and they let me in.

Im freakin out.

- I didnt. | - Yes, you did.

- I didnt. | - Yes, you did!

You just dont throw accusations | around. This is nobodys fault.

Yes, it is. | Its your fault!

Youre screeching at me.

Because you are a moron! | Now listen to me, lady!

Code red! Code red!

Call 911! Code red!

Call 911!

Hey! Watch it.

I got into...

Yale.

I gotta get outta here.

I gotta get out of Orange County.

Where are you going?

Im going to my dads.

All right. Im gonna go in there | and Im gonna say to my dad...

that he abandoned our family, and, | if he wants to make it up to me...

then he can start now by making | a massive donation to Stanford.

Remember when the sea lions | beached themselves in Corona Del Mar...

and nobody | was doing anything about it?

Well, me getting all hysterical | didnt help anything.

This is it, Ashley.

Im gonna tell my dad | I wanna be a writer.

Hey.

Good luck.

Thanks.

- Who are you? | - Im Shaun.

Im your brother.

- What are you sucking on? | - My poody.

Well, arent you a little old | for a poody?

Jake.

What did you just do?

Go pick up your poody, | or youre gonna get a time-out.

Pick up your poody. | Thats it!

Rosa, take Jake upstairs | and give him some Ritalin.

I dont like your attitude!

I dont like your attitude!

Isnt he getting big?

So whats up with you? | You look great.

You really filled out-- | your arms and your chest.

- You been workin out? | - No.

Bud is getting so fat.

You should really talk to him.

Hes gonna have a heart attack.

Plus hes fat.

Goddamn it! | Are you trying to ruin me?

Yeah, where is my dad?

If you do this, | I will eat your face!

Come, my lady | Come, come, my lady

Youre my butterfly | sugar baby

My lady--

Puppy!

God! My God! Puppy!

A writer?

What do you have to write about? | Youre not oppressed. Youre not gay.

- Not all writers are gay. | - Theyre all poor.

Its not true. What about Tom Clancy,

Three people | in the history of literature.

The truth is | I dont care about making money.

I have a burst blood vessel | in my brain.

I could die at any moment, but I keep | plugging away day after day...

because I want to leave you with | something special-- a business...

a legacy.

- I want my poody! | - Hey, pal, control yourself.

Can you-- | Give me that back.

- I want my poody! | - Wheres your mother?

- Will you get in here! | - Yeah, Im coming!

- Can you get him out of here? | - Okay, okay.

- Doesnt he need a nap? | - Come here.

- We want him to learn some limits. | - Come on.

Stop it!

This is my lifes work here.

When I started out, I had nothing. | Now look at me.

Ive got 8 1 /2 million | square feet in Irvine alone.

Its a goddamn empire, | and I want to leave it to you.

This is the life I want for you.

But what about what I want?

You want to be a writer?

Before that, you wanted to be | a professional surfer...

so its a little hard | to take you seriously.

Fine. I dont want your money.

But just for the record, Dad, | youve never done anything for me.

Its always been about you.

What the--

Its over. I should just drive my car | into the ocean and get it over with.

Dont say that.

He was running across PCH. | He didnt have a tag.

Was I gonna leave him there? | Hed get killed.

- I have something to confess. | - What?

You know how you told me youd pray | youd get into Stanford?

Yeah.

The other night, | I prayed for something too.

What?

I prayed that you wouldnt | get into Stanford.

Why?

I didnt think | it was gonna work.

I was sitting here thinking, | whoa, my prayer was answered.

I should be happy.

I got into OCU, | and maybe you can go to OCU.

You can study creative writing, | and I can study marine biology...

and we can be together.

But I just started feeling | really guilty.

But I just started feeling | really guilty.

I mean, this was your dream, | and Im just being selfish.

I just feel awful.

This is not your fault.

I want to try | and make it up to you.

Thanks, but...

I really dont think | theres anything you can do.

Maybe there is. Tanyas grandfather | is on the board at Stanford.

And Tanyas my friend, | so maybe she can help us.

My grandfather is not gonna | bend over backwards for just anyone.

Please. Cant you just help us?

Cant you see Im busy?

Why dont you go | check on the dog?

Give him some water, okay? | Ill take care of this.

We need to have | a little chat.

Excuse me.

Look, Shauns my boyfriend, | and I would do anything for him...

even if that means | breaking a promise to you.

What promise?

Halloween. | Danas little brother.

- Everyone knows about that. | - Maybe.

But they dont know | about Lonnys memorial.

I miss Lonny.

Me too.

Hey, I miss Lonny too.

But you promised.

And prom night?

Hi, Grammy. Its Tanya.

Is Grandpa there?

You are so awesome.

- But, hey, we should go. | - Yeah.

-Tanyas grandfather wants to meet you. | -I want to meet him.

He and his wife are gonna | come by your house at 5:00.

- My house? | - Yeah.

Do you know | who lives at my house?

Yeah, thats right. | Just cover his whole head.

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