90210

Previously on 90210...

Congressional candidate Charles Sanderson's nephew

Teddy Montgomery could be seen participating in a gay wedding.

I somehow sent the video to the campaign office by accident.

Please forgive me.

I don't know if I can.

Titus Cologne; it's a two-year contract.

It would be really good for your career.

Sign me up.

You broke your leg

and your contract, so unless you've got 200 grand

lying around someplace, I'm afraid you are

not going anywhere.

You knew my grandmother was suicidal.

You're responsible for her death,

and I'm gonna make sure you don't get

a penny of the inheritance.

Thank you for asking me to co-chair the party with you.

You were right... it was a perfect opportunity for revenge.

I hope you know this isn't over.

Actually, I think it is.

I don't have any proof of the stolen cars, okay?

Work with the police to get the evidence we need.

My contact is here.

You're the only person that really knows

what I'm going through. I need you.

What you need is to be able to tell the truth.

Uh, guys, I have something I gotta say.

I'm a drug addict.

You snore.

And it's cute.

Well, you steal covers

like a starving person who eats covers.

I'm sorry.

No, no, it's fine.

I haven't this good in months.

It's, like, rehab is done, and...

my mind is clear now, and I got you.

I swear, my future's, like, so bright,

I need to get those humongous

old people sunglasses, you know?

Yeah, rehab can really take you out of the real world.

You never know when temptation's gonna hit.

- But lucky for you, - Mm-hmm.

you got me.

I'm gonna be there every step of the way.

I like the way that sounds.

Dixon!

You home?!

Big D!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

J.D., what-what are you doing here?

I just got released!

Released from jail?

No, no, uh, J.D. was my roommate in, uh, rehab.

And also, the legendary drummer from The Loathsome Hydrangeas.

Guilty as charged.

So, Big D, you ready to start talking music?!

Ah!

Come on!

Ugh! I'm allergic to sunlight.

Tough. I'm staging a "friendtervention."

Rocky road? Okay, first step,

stop eating metaphors.

Silver...

Teddy will eventually forgive you,

and Navid broke things off with you weeks ago.

So it's time to get

a little extra credit with that professor guy of yours.

Ivy, sweetie,

Raj is going to live, so stop acting like he's dead.

He's merely an ex.

Yeah, an ex-husband.

Ugh! God, you guys, that sounds so old and gross.

Yeah, so stop dwelling on it, go to New Guinea

and welcome that cute photo guy into your jungle!

And, Annie, I have no idea what the hell your problem is.

You dumped that cheating dirtbag Patrick,

and now you're ungodly rich with Marla's money.

What?

I told you about the inheritance in confidence.

Why would you keep that from your friends?

Yeah, it's not like Silver broadcast it on

the evening news. Too soon?

Yeah.

Okay, anyway, you're loaded,

so stop acting like poor Little Orphan Annie.

And it wouldn't kill you

to pitch in with some rent once in a while.

Rent?

Yes, rent.

If you can afford to send Dixon to a spa retreat/rehab vacay,

I think you can afford to, you know,

contribute a little to the house party fund.

Look, I'm sorry to be such a motivational Molly,

but it's just that I have really, really good news

and I need happy faces.

I've always been top of the food chain socially, I know,

now I want to do so professionally.

I got my acceptance letter.

You want to be a fashion designer?

I know. It's perfect, right?

I love clothes, and People say, "Do what you love."

Girls, seriously, look out.

Before you know it, everyone is gonna be wearing Naomi Clark!

Hi.

Whoa, that was fast.

Your text seemed urgent.

That extra exclamation point gets me every time.

I overheard my uncle talk about a shipment

of 25 cars coming through the studio.

This could be the deal we've been waiting for.

Okay, slow down. I need details.

What's the name of the buyer?

I didn't catch anything else,

but it's happening soon.

And when it does, I'll tag along wearing a wire.

We could bust him when the deal goes down, right?

You want to tag along on a felony sale of stolen vehicles

to an unknown party,

no intel on the location or who we're dealing with

and no plan for backup?

You're using cop-talk to make this plan sound so dumb.

It is a dumb plan! It's entirely too dangerous.

Kat, I just... I want this all to be over, okay?

Just so I can go on and live my normal life.

Don't you get it?

I do, okay? But it's my job to keep you safe. I mean,

if something happened to you...

Look, Navid, we have been working

to build an ironclad case against Amal so we can put him

behind bars for good.

I'm just asking you to be patient

for a little while longer.

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Yes. All right.

- Vampires on the beach, huh? - Uh-huh.

- What are we advertising? - Advertising?

No, I hired you for my daughter's birthday party.

Wait. This isn't a photo shoot?

No. Look, my baby loves two things:

the Vampire Diaries and your billboards.

So I got creative and combined the two.

Bite me.

Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute! Whoa!

Okay, I didn't, I didn't know!

I'm the agent.

I'm supposed to suck your blood.

Come on, Sheila.

The romance novel photo shoot was brutal enough,

but a little girl's birthday party?

Hey, that little girl's daddy is

a major client and offered to pay double your base fee.

Yeah, but I'm not a monkey, I'm a model.

Yes, and you definitely do pout like one.

Look, I'm sorry.

This is what happens when you break a contract.

Now, until you finish

paying off your debt from

the rebellious race-car fiasco,

I'm afraid you are going to be my hot,

brooding, indentured servant.

Welcome to C.U.'s Fashion Design Contest!

You'll have just two days

to design and complete your collection.

But don't worry, each of you will be assembled a team

of expert sewers in order to help you realize your vision.

And this year we have an extra special surprise.

Judging our runway show will be no less

than fashion icon Janice Dickinson.

The competition begins... now.

I've got this in Kate Spades.

Perfect!

Thank you, Mood!

Sorry I'm late.

Holly Strickler, I presume?

- Yes. - Please take your space.

Well, well, well.

Hello, Naomi.

You guys need some new material.

Hey. Hi.

Hey.

Thanks for finally calling me back.

I... how does one start with the biggest apology ever?

Silver, an apology's not gonna

return my life back to the way it was.

I know, but...

You know that I didn't leak that video on purpose, right?

It was a horrible mistake.

Yeah, a mistake that not only humiliated me,

it ruined my uncle's campaign and turned

my entire family against me.

But you want to know the worst part?

I'm going through all this and I can't even talk

to my best friend because it's all her fault.

So, what? Did you call me all the way down here

just to tell me you're not gonna forgive me?

No. I called you because I need some closure with you.

I accepted a coaching job at a tennis camp in London.