Hey, I just wanted to say good-bye.
Oh, thanks.
Hmm. To be honest with you,
I don't even know why I'm going.
What?
Remind me, why am I going to Palm Desert for the weekend?
Okay. Because Clare got a suite at the Royal Renaissance Hotel,
you live for deep-tissue massages,
hot pools, oh, and the famous tofu tostada.
Hmm. Okay. Now I remember.
Besides, I think it'll be good for you to get out of town.
Give you a whole new perspective on things.
Yeah, my old perspective has been kind of dreary.
February hasn't always been a good
month for me.
Let's see.
This time last year, I was in rehab.
The year before that, a cult. What's next?
Well, February's almost done.
KELLY: Clare says
the best part about traveling is you get to reinvent yourself.
Do you believe that?
Sure. A new town, no one knows you.
You can be whoever you want to be.
Mm.
Yeah, this trip is sounding better and better.
Good. (giggles)
You gonna be What is going on?kay without us?
BRANDON: They must all be here for Dick.
Look at it.
It's like a vigil.
Glad they remember him, man.
Who left this here?
Who left a pot pipe here?
Whose bong is this?
No one's, huh?
Fine.
(shattering)
STEVE: Listen up.
Don't leave any drug paraphernalia here.
Let's not make this cool.
This is not cool.
This is stupid.
I know what I'm talking about.
I'm alive today because Dick died first.
I was next in line to catch that same buzz.
I told him to save me some.
And then, I found him in the bathroom.
You want to know what his last words were?
"I don't want to die."
That's what he said.
He knew he blew it.
He knew it.
So, if you want to come here, hang out
and memorialize Richard Harrison,
then you remember he was a scholar,
that he was a leader, he was an athlete...
that he was a 22-year-old
who had a brilliant future in front of him
that got wiped away because he was doing drugs!
You remember that.
And remember his last words.
"I don't want to die."
I don't know what else to say.
You don't have to say anything.
That was good, man.
Yeah.
(Steve sighs)
Here's your jersey, buddy.