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All right, I get it.

The electrons get
deflected by the nucleus

after they pass through
the cathode ray, right?

Dylan, no, don't
look at me like that.

Like what?

Dylan, stop!

Stop what? What am I doing?

You know exactly
what you're doing.

And you do it so well.

Dylan, come on.

What can I say?

Studying brings
out the best in me.

Yeah, well, you're not studying.

Oh, yes, I am.

I'm just not studying
radioactivity.

Dylan, the midterm is on Friday.

I know. We have days, Brenda.

You're so...

What? Organized?

No, I was going to say...

Prepared?

More like obsessed.

Why? Because I don't wing it
like you?

Or cram the night before,
like Brandon does?

No, because you
study all the time.

No, I used to
study all the time.

But lately, something's
been distracting me.

Hey, don't blame me.

It's just chemistry.

No, it's physics.

And this is history.

Huh?

Well, obviously we're not

gonna get anything
accomplished here,

so I think we should
go to a public place.

Someplace,
preferably, very well lit.

Not the library?

Tertiary, Cretaceous,

- Jurassic, Devonian.
- No.

Tertiary, Jurassic,
Cretaceous, Triassic.

It kind of rhymes.

- Right.
- Why don't they teach us

something useful?

I mean, when am I going
to ever need to know

when the Moors were driven
from Spain?

How 'bout Friday, 10:00 a.m.?

I hate midterms.

I love 'em, midterms,
finals, term papers...

When the library closes,
all the kids

from Beverly and West Beverly
come straight here.

Oh, you leaving so soon?

No, I have another 45 minutes
till I can go home.

I just need change
for the jukebox.

See why all the kids come here?

Because you need good food
and good music

to free your mind up
for studying.

Who said anything
about studying?

I'm just waiting for Mel, Jackie

and their wedding
coordinator to finish

choosing their color scheme.

Come on!

It's all in the wrist, pal.

Oh, I owe you one.

Does that mean I don't have
to stay for recycling?

Uh, no... they're gonna be here
first thing in the morning.

But, uh, nice try.

Tertiary, Cretaceous,

Jurassic, Triassic... that's it.

Hey, guys, look out.

Wait a sec, Bran. Okay.

A equals B,

C equals D,

so AC over BD equals one.

Wow, now I know why
you're doing so well

- in this class.
- Yeah, well,

I guess it gets easier
the second time around.

Yeah, Bren, I can see
we're definitely

going to get a lot of
studying done here.

Well, whatever it is,
it'll be an improvement.

Now I have to go ask
Andrea a question,

so why don't you take a seat,

order me and Coke
and I'll be right there.

Yes, ma'am!

And I love you.

Tertiary, Cretaceous,

Jurassic, Triassic.

Okay. That's it for me.

You guys are actually
gonna leave so I can close up?

No! I have to finish
this chapter.

Mm. It must be hormonal.

No, it's cerebral.

I can't believe you guys
don't know this stuff

backwards and forwards by now.

And what if they ask it
sideways?

Brenda doesn't like surprises.

And Steve doesn't like
beating a dead horse.

Can we go, Professor Zuckerman?

Hmm! That has a nice ring to it,
don't you think?

Good nighty.

Good night.

Speaking of which,
when do you suppose

our estimated time
of departure is, Bren?

15 minutes?

Good. That'll give you
just enough time

to help me with the recycling.

You got it.

So, you gonna be here
when I get back?

Unless I run off with some
tall, handsome stranger.

Any time now!

Okay, boss.

You scared me.

Sorry. Steve forgot
his Cliff Notes.

Well, at least he
reads something.

Actually, he doesn't. He likes
to put them under his pillow

and hopes he'll learn it
by osmosis.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Okay. Take care.
- Bye.

Ladies and gentlemen,
live, under the big top,

it's those nutty
Gambini Brothers.

Come on.

So what'd you forget this time?

Andrea?

You do what I tell you

and you won't get hurt.

Do you understand?

Oh, my God.

Do... you... understand?

Put the gun down, okay?

Damn it! Do you understand me?!
Do you?

- Yes.
- Is there anyone else here?

- Um...
- Answer me!

Yes.

Where?

Out back...

You scream,

you die.

Go open the register.

- Hurry up!
- Okay. Just be cool, all right?

Hurry up!

Quit stalling!

I'm not!
It sticks sometimes.

Well, I guess I'll just
have to open it, huh?

No!

Good girl.

Put the money in the bag.

Faster!

You know, you're kind of cute.

You don't say thank you

when someone pays you
a compliment?

Thank you.

I can't hear you.

Thank you.

Get down on the ground.

I said get down on the ground!

Please don't hurt me.

I said get down on the ground!

Now, when I say go,
you start counting.

Loud, so that I can hear you.

Then you forget that
you ever saw me, you got it?

- Yes.
- Go.

One, two...

I can't hear you!

Three, four, five...

All right, here we go. Hey, hey.

Forget it. Forget it. Here.

Well...

I hope Mr. Barnum
doesn't find out about this.

Man, did you hear something?

Like what?

Never mind.

Get that.

Give me that broom.

You got to check
Baja out, man, it's great.

You don't have to surf.
You can just hang.

- Well, where is it?
- It's on the other side

of San Diego.

Come on, woman. Time's up.

- Bren?
- Brenda?

- Bren, you okay?
- Hey, are you all right?

It's okay.

So, what we have
is a white male,

late teens, early 20s,

perhaps late 20s,
wearing a hat, right?

Well, I'm sorry... I mean,
I was looking right at him,

but all I could see was the gun.

Don't worry about it.
You did okay.

- She did great.
- She sure did.

Now you two were out
in the back with the garbage.

You heard nothing?

Yeah. Lot of help we were, huh?

Dylan, if you were here,

he might've just started
shooting.

Brenda, if we were here,
he wouldn't have

come in in the first place.

I knew I should've put in
that video camera.

What might've helped
is if the door had been locked.

I know, I know.

It wasn't his fault.

How was he supposed to know
that creep was out there?

Look, no one was hurt.

And that's the important thing.
It's only money.

I'm sorry, Nat.

Why? Were you in on it?

Did he steal my recipes?

Come on. It's okay. It's okay.

Officer, what are the chances
of you catching this guy?

Well, we don't have
any decent prints

and not much of a description.

We'll run it against the M.O.'s
in the computer.

- Something may turn up.
- Okay.

Sounds like you handled all this
very well, Miss Walsh.

A lot of people
would've lost their cool.

You did everything just right.
Okay?

Okay.

- Dad.
- Are you okay?

Officer, you don't need us
anymore tonight, do you?

- No, go on home.
- Thanks.

Come on, honey.

It's all over now.

Maybe not.

Bren, where's your purse?

Honey, I told you,

we'll change all the locks
first thing in the morning.

Well, I think we should put in
a new alarm system, too.

Yeah, hopefully one
that works this time.

You guys don't worry about it.
He's not coming here.

Yeah, but if he wanted to,
he could.

I mean he's got Brenda's keys,

he's got her license
with the address on it.

- It could be a whole thing!
- No, man, look, look,

he took the cash,
dumped the purse,

never even looked at the I.D.

You know, Dylan's right.

If he'd wanted to harm you,

he would've done it
when he had the chance.

- Jim!
- Honey...

Brenda,
I can promise you one thing,

we'll never leave you
alone again.

- Absolutely.
- You guys, come on, I mean,

it was just a fluke thing.

I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

That's a pretty good attitude.

You know, baby, you're handling
this whole thing like a trouper.

We're very proud of you.

But we're not surprised.

Do you remember Mr. Pony?

Where is he, anyway?

You know you never
unpacked that box.

He's probably
still in the garage.

Whoa! Wait, wait, wait,
Mr. Pony?

Well, when Brenda was little,

she used to ride every weekend,
and she adored it,

until the horse got stung
by a bee

and it ran off at top speed.

Did she stay on?

No, I um... I fell off...
Hard... in the grass.

Thank God nothing was broken,

except for her spirit.

And I said I'd never ride again.

She didn't even want
to look at another horse.

So, Dad went out and bought her
a little stuffed "Mr. Pony"

and gave her one of his famous

Walsh pep-talks
and lo and behold...

The very next weekend...

She got back on the horse.

You got it.

Listen,
it was a very telling thing.

It showed what kind
of character she had.

You guys, it's not
that big of a deal.

I mean, my bruises healed

and I remembered
how much I loved to ride.

Well, this is a very
similar situation.

And we're all here
to help you with it.

Well, I'm only worried
about one thing.

What's that?

Well, since my
license was stolen,

does that mean
that I have to take

my driving test all over again?

Bren...

a friend of yours is here.

Mr. Pony. You found him.

I thought you might want to see
your old buddy right about now.

Thanks, Mom.

Brenda, if you need us,
we're here.

I know.

Don't worry, I'll be fine
after a good night's sleep.

Okay, honey.

I love you.

I'm just so glad you're okay.

Good night, Mom.

Good night, honey.

You know, you're kind of cute.

Morning, dear.
Where's Brandon?

Brandon said he's
skipping breakfast.

He and his textbooks

are spending some
quality cram time together.

How's Brenda?

I didn't see her.
She was in the shower.

Oh, didn't she take one
last night?

Never mind.

I would, too, I suppose.

What's this?
"Women's Crisis Hotline"?

Oh, the police inspector
gave that to Brenda last night.

I know she said she
wasn't interested, but...

Until she says otherwise,
let's not push it.

He said they were very helpful

in dealing with this
kind of emotional trauma.

Listen, you start using words

like crisis and trauma to a
suggestible kid like Brenda,

and she'll imagine
herself crazy.

Maybe you're right.

Listen, she's got
a lot of people around her

who love and support her.

She's gonna come through this
just fine.

Maybe I should call
the Women's Crisis Hotline.

Hey, we were all very lucky
last night.

She'll be okay.

- Morning.
- How ya doing?

Fine. Shouldn't I be?

Oh, of course.

Did you get
a good night's sleep?

Yeah, sure, I slept great.

Just think, if I'd stayed later
last night

it might've been both of us
who were held up.

I would've had a heart attack.
Then I'd be dead right now,

and you'd be walking
down this hall alone today.

- Donna, I get the picture.
- Brenda...

Steve, hi. How are you?

How are you?

I stopped by the Peach Pit
for breakfast

and Nat told me
about the stickup.

I'm blown away.

Yeah. Well, I'm glad I wasn't.
Bye.

Boom!

Whoa, Bren, you scared me.

- Really? It wasn't even loaded.
- Very funny.

Well, you have to keep
your sense of humor.

Yeah, I guess.
Mine kind of took a flyer.

You know, I almost called you
at 2:00 this morning

because I felt like
I needed to do something.

You know, go after the guy,
something.

Dylan, it's over.
You have to let it go.

I really am sorry, Bren.

It wasn't your fault.

It was nobody's fault,
it just happened.

I wish it didn't happen to you.

So, you gonna
be here when I get back?

Unless I run off

with some tall
handsome stranger.

You do what I tell you and you
won't get hurt, understand?

Ah, for whom the bell tolls.

It tolls for me if I don't read
Crime and Punishment

by tomorrow.

Yeah. I have a few chapters
to read myself.

Well, you've got study hall
this period.

- Lucky me.
- Bye.

You know,
you're kind of cute.

Don't you say thank you

when someone pays you
a compliment?

I thought I'd never make it back
to school in time.

There was so much traffic.

- Where were you?
- The police station.

Didn't Brandon tell you
I went to file a report

about last night?

Oh, yeah.

You know,
they were all really nice.

Although they're
not very optimistic

about catching the guy.

You know,
I was meaning to ask you,

are we responsible for chapter
eight on the physics midterm?

- Yeah, but only up to page 95.
- Okay...

I uh, I told the inspector I
only got a glimpse of the guy

as I was getting
into Steve's car,

and that it was kind of dark
outside the Peach Pit,

but if your guy was wearing
a gray shirt and a baseball cap,

it could've been the same one.

It probably was.

Did your guy have brown hair?

You know what, I don't remember,
and he isn't my guy.

I... I didn't mean it that way.

I know.

It's just that I'm trying
to forget about this

and get on with my life,
and it's impossible to do that

with everyone yammering at me
everywhere I go,

like it's a bigger deal
than it is.

I'm sorry.

It's not like I'm going crazy.

I know that.

Okay, so you got five thirsty
students each wanting a soda,

but they only have 11 coins
between them.

How many of them
will actually get a drink?

None.

That's right... the damn
machine's broken again.

They do this every semester
before midterms,

just to psych us out.

Save your money, Kel.

I can't take this.

I'm going home.

Kelly, it's only sixth period.

Everybody here is so serious.

What's the matter, Kel?
Is the pressure getting to you?

I just need a good soak
in the tub.

- Mm. Me, too.
- Mm! Me three.

What... what do you say
we make it a threesome?

Yeah, right.

Bren, would you mind getting
a ride home from someone else?

Nat needs me for a couple
of hours after school.

That's terrible. How can you go
back to that place?

- It's where I work.
- Yeah, but...

but after last night...

Donna,
last night was last night.

I mean you shouldn't punish Nat
for being victimized

by circumstances
beyond his control.

He feels bad enough as it is.

Hey, if Brenda can go back
to the scene of the crime,

then you can.

Okay, I'll go
if everyone else will.

I'm up for it.

Me, too.

Um... actually,
I have some things

I was supposed to do
around the house today.

Cool.
Uh, I'll see you guys there.

Bye.

Brandon.

Hey, Andrea,
need a ride to the Pit?

That's where I'm going.

Nah, Thursdays I go to Rap Line.

That's kind of what
I wanted to talk to you about.

Okay, I'm good
for about ten seconds.

What's up?

Do you think
Brenda's doing okay?

Yeah, as well
as can be expected.

Why, you don't think so?

Well, on the surface,
everything seems okay,

but why doesn't she want

- to talk about it?
- Well, no offense, Andrea,

but maybe she just doesn't want
to talk about it with you.

Just as long as she talks
to somebody.

Okay.

Hey, Bren.

Uh, this is yours.

Oh, yes, I vaguely remember
lending this shirt

to somebody who promised
to give it right back,

about a year ago.

Better late than never.

Thanks.

You know, I expected
to find you here

in midterm hell,
studying manically.

Yeah, well, I started to,
but I thought

I'd get my clothes for tomorrow.

When I couldn't find anything,
I decided that organizing

this mess was a much
more pressing task.

Besides, I figure, by now,
I either know it or I don't.

You never cease
to amaze me, sis.

Why, because I'm
cleaning my closet?

No, 'cause you're
a very strong person.

- Brandon...
- No, I'm serious.

Everybody's really impressed

with how you're handling
this whole robbery thing.

Well, Andrea was
a little worried.

Why, what did Andrea say?

Well, she said that
being held up like that

is a real shock to your system.

Most people aren't able to just
let it roll off their back,

the way you have.

Well, I just put my mind to it.

I mean, I don't want to be
a burden to anyone.

And I certainly don't
need anyone's pity.

Where's my Mr. Pony?

Brandon, you did not have
a Mr. Pony.

You had a Mr. Lion,
and you lost him

and cried for three days
straight.

Well, you do have a good memory.

And if you ever tell anybody
about that, I will kill you.

Okay. Good night, Brandon.

Good night.

Any time now!

You going to be here
when I get back?

Dylan, don't go. Please?

Don't run off
with any handsome strangers.

Dylan, wait!

Oh, my God!

You scream, you die.

She is really
not herself this morning.

I don't understand why you two

just didn't tell her
to finish up and get going.

Dad, we did.

Jim, be gentle.

- Sweetheart, it's getting late.
- Yeah, I know.

You know, I should
have done this ages ago,

like Mom said,
but I kept on putting it off,

and now I'm paying for it.

But, sweetheart,
you got midterms.

Dad, I know, but how can I go
if I have nothing to wear?

I mean, look at this.

I found it crumpled in the
corner, under a pile of junk.

If I wore this to school,
people would laugh at me.

What about this one?
This one's okay.

Well, of course it is now,
after I've done all this work!

I mean, I just
can't let things go,

and expect for them to be here
for me when I need them.

Mom, we're really
going to be late.

Honey, maybe we should
call the school

and we can reschedule your test.

Mom, no.
I don't need any favors.

I mean, I can pass this test
blindfolded.

Look, I just had some stuff
to take care of.

I'll be right down.

All right,
the first section

is multiple choice,

second section is short answer.

Good luck, ladies and gentlemen.

And go!

You do what I tell you
and you won't get hurt.

Understand?

No, I don't.

I never did anything to you.

I was just trying
to take my test.

You scream, you die.

Now open the register!

Quit stalling!

- Come on, woman, time's up.
- No! Go back!

Bren, what's wrong?

I'm sorry I couldn't open it,
Dylan!

Open what?

What? It's okay. What?

Bren! Bren! Bren! Hey! Hey!

Bren, Brenda, what's wrong?
What is it?

I'm sorry! It's my fault!

He killed you and Brandon

'cause I couldn't
open the register!

Bren, hey, we're not dead.

Huh? We're not.
It's okay. Come here.

Shh. It's going to be okay.

I don't know what's going on.

I don't know what's happening
anymore.

Shh. It's going to be okay.

No, it's not, Dylan.

It's not going to be okay.

I haven't seen that fella
for a long time.

I found him buried
under Brandon's collection

of Rock'em Sock'em Robots.

He lost an eye.

Gives him character.

Feel like coming downstairs
for supper?

I'm not hungry.

Your mom told me
what happened at school today.

I guess you're real disappointed
in me, huh?

No. Not at all.

But we have to deal with this.

The last thing I want you to do
is to go around pretending

that things are okay
when they're not.

You know, I try
not to think about it.

I know I shouldn't.

But I keep on playing it over
and over again in my head,

wondering what I could have done
differently.

And I just feel so stupid
because I can't let it go.

Honey, why didn't you
say something earlier?

I'm so ashamed for letting it
get to me like this.

Well, maybe it seems worse
than it is

because you're fighting it
so hard.

I thought
it would get better.

I really did.

I thought the memory would fade.

But every little sound
just brings it back.

And it just gets more gruesome
each time.

You know, the other day,

your mother suggested
we get you some counseling

to help you deal
with what happened.

And I guess
I wanted to believe that,

with all our love and support,

that you'd just pick yourself up

and get on with things.

That's what I wanted.

I mean, that's what
I was trying to do.

I know.

But sometimes,

even family and friends
aren't enough, Brenda.

You want me to
see a shrink, right?

Right.

I knew if I told you guys
what was going on,

that's what you would say.

Honey, it's nothing to be
embarrassed about.

I just don't understand
how some doctor

can talk me out
of having nightmares.

Well...

I took the liberty of making
an appointment for tomorrow.

Oh, my God.

Brenda, we don't want
to pressure you on this.

Why don't you sleep on it
tonight?

And if you feel better
about things tomorrow,

we can always cancel.

Your dad got home
about two minutes ago.

He and your mom are
upstairs talking to her.

You think I should
come home, too?

No, don't worry.

At this point, I think she's

more embarrassed
than anything else.

Are you sure?

Look, if you're getting
bad vibes being there,

that's another story.

I'm sure Nat would let you off.

Hey, believe me,
I thought about it,

but I figured if I didn't come
back to work right away,

I may never be able to.

Get right back on that horse,
huh?

Yeah. I guess it's a Walsh
family tradition.

Hey, man, remember you said

you heard something
that night...

Don't get me started.

I mean, like,
if we'd only gone inside,

if you'd only locked the door,

if we'd only stayed home...

That's the drill.
You feel that way too, huh?

Yeah, and if it's that way
for us...

Yeah, I know, man. I know.

And then I started
having the nightmares.

And it just kept
on replaying itself

over and over again in my head.

I was trying to do anything

to stop from thinking
that I was going crazy.

Stupid things.

Organizing my closet,

washing my hair a hundred times,

making sure I looked great
on the outside

even though I was
falling apart on the inside.

That must have been

a tremendously difficult act
to keep up.

Well, not at first.

But it just kept on building
and building, and...

I was taking this midterm,

and I realized
that I was losing it.

And it really scared me.

You're not losing it, Brenda.

You're having
a perfectly normal reaction

to an extraordinary experience.

There's even a name for it...

Post-traumatic stress disorder.

So what do I do about it?

The first step is to acknowledge
that you have a problem.

By coming here and seeing me,
you've taken a big step

towards healing
what's happened to you.

The next thing you want to do
is talk about it,

get your fears and anxieties
out in the open,

like we're doing now.

It's nothing we're going
to solve in an hour,

but we will get through it
eventually.

So, in the meantime,

what do I do
about the nightmares?

Brenda, I want you to think back
and give me a memory

of the most happy,
secure time you can imagine.

That would have to be
when I was with my horse.

His name was Sylvester.

And for a while,
my dad used to take me

to ride him every Sunday.

He was the gentlest horse
in the world.

I used to love to bury my face
in his soft mane,

hold on tight while he'd
take me around the ring.

I never felt happier, safer...

than when I was riding
Sylvester.

Brenda,

whenever you start
to feel anxious,

I want you to picture yourself
in that ring riding Sylvester.

We'll call that
your safe place.

Can you see it now?

Oh, yeah.

- He's there!
- Where?

He's on my horse!
He's in my safe place!

- I can't get him out of my head!
- We will.

We will work very hard,
and we will do just that.

Where are they?

Whatever happened to,
"50 minutes, time's up"?

I don't know,
but if they don't get here soon,

you guys are gonna look pretty
conspicuous in here alone,

'cause I got to go to work.

We got to do something
so we don't look so obvious.

We could play a game.

How about Twister?

Twister?

Hi, Brenda.
Yeah, we all just decided

to spend Saturday afternoon here
in a friendly game of Twister.

What? I like Twister...
and I'm nervous,

and I can't think
of anything else.

Andrea?

Can you tear yourself away
from that book

for just a minute
and participate here?

Look. Why don't we
just tell her the truth...

That we were worried, and wanted
to be here to support her

when she came back
from the therapist.

Oh, my God, it's them.

Uh, let's do something.
A game! A game!

Let's play a game.

I thought we ruled out games.

- What have you got?
- Guys, guys, guys.

Oh, good,
Scrabble's a great idea.

Here, I'll do the "X."

All right, here... Here...

Where's the "X"?

Here, I got the "X"
right there...

Go, go, go.

What are you all doing here?

What does it look like?
We're playing Scrabble.

- Yeah.
- Uh...

double word score,
triple letter score.

- Good, Andrea. Oh, very good.
- Very good. Good.

Um... those are not real words.

Well, yeah, we're playing
under special rules.

See, every word you make,
you lose a point.

It's, uh...
it's Reverse Scrabble.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, it's kind of fun.

You should try it.

Reverse Scrabble? Nice try.

Brandon told us where you
were at, and we were worried,

and we wanted to come see
how you were.

Brandon.

Hey, everybody was
calling all day, you know?

I let it slip out. I'm sorry.

Well...

I'm feeling a little bit better.

I mean, I didn't want to go
at all at first.

It's weird going to a shrink;
it's not as if I'm crazy.

Well, I went to see a shrink
once

after my parents broke up.

My dad made me.

But it was no big deal.

Yeah, same here.

It was during what my mom
called my "troubled years."

It was before I knew you.

Yeah, I used to bug my mom
to take me to see one,

but she said I had to come up
with a good problem first.

How about you, Steve?

Yeah, well, okay, once or twice.

But I didn't lie on a couch
or anything.

Yeah, neither did I.

I would.

I mean, it's more relaxing
that way, easier to talk.

You've been, too?

Well, no, but I've read a lot
about it.

She's gonna be the psychiatrist.

Well, I've thought about it.

Anyway, how did it go?

Well, we didn't clear
everything up in an hour,

but it was nice to hear someone

give me a reason
for what I was feeling.

It just made me feel
a little bit less confused.

Hello? Yes. Mm-hmm.

So anyway, I think I'm ready
to put it all behind me.

I mean, it was really horrible.

More than I was willing
to admit to myself.

I think I'm ready to
start dealing with it

and get on with my life.

- Atta girl.
- That's great.

- All right.
- Just a minute.

Brenda, it's the police.

They've picked up a suspect
and they want you

to come down
and look at a lineup today.

Bren, that's great...

I mean, that's your chance
to nail this guy.

Um... I can't go.

Brenda, you got to do this.

Brandon, no, I don't have to,
and I'm sorry, I can't.

Brenda, I know how you feel,

but if you at least
don't go down there...

You can't let this guy
get away with this, Bren.

You know, you're not the ones
who went through what I did.

It's just not that easy.

Now, listen, he's gonna be
behind a screen.

He won't be able to hurt you.

Dad, don't you get it?

I never want to see him again!

So you'd rather
give him the chance

- to go do this to someone else?
- No!

'Cause that's what's
gonna happen, Bren.

I don't understand you.

Dylan, you weren't there!

You didn't have a gun
pointing at you!

You weren't lying on the ground

wondering if your head
was gonna get blown off!

Sweetheart, it's okay.

You don't have to go
if you don't want to.

Mom, I want to go!

It's just that I'm scared!

Calm down, Bren.

Dylan, I don't want to
calm down.

I mean, can't I even get angry?

You and Brandon...

I mean, first you guys tell me

you'll never leave me alone
again,

then you put me on a pedestal
or something,

telling me how strong I am,
how great I am, how brave I am!

Well, I'm not...
I am scared to death!

And I'm sorry I'm yelling,

but it's just how I feel, okay?

- Okay.
- Absolutely okay.

Okay, let's go.

Thanks for coming down today,
Brenda.

So, what do I have to do?

Well, it's called a lineup.

You'll see a bunch of guys
standing over there.

All you have to do is tell us

if you recognize the one
who robbed you.

All I have to do, yeah, right.

Don't worry.

You'll be able to see him,
but he won't see you.

Oh, are you sure?

We do this all the time.

You'll be okay.

Come on, let's do this.

- Good luck, honey.
- Bye.

In a moment,
we're gonna show you

a group of men
behind that glass.

This group may or may not
contain the suspect

who committed the crime
being investigated.

Keep in mind that hair styles,
beards

and mustaches
may be easily changed.

When you have looked
at all of the men present,

tell me whether or not you see

the person who
committed the crime.

Do not tell any other witnesses

that you have
or have not identified anyone.

I don't even remember
what he looks like.

I mean, I didn't really
even see him.

Well, just look carefully.

Clear your mind.

Remember what you can.

All I remember is a monster
with a gun.

Okay, bring 'em in.

Number one, move to the
red square at center stage.

Put your hat on.

Look left.

Face to the right.

Face forward.

Bachelor number two,
move to the red square.

Put your hat on.

Number four,
move to the red square.

Damn it! Do you understand me?

Do you?

You scream, you die.

- That's him. That's the one.
- You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

That's him, that's the guy
who held the gun to my head.

I want you to put him away.

Are you okay?

Thank you, Brenda.

You have a very brave
young daughter.

Thank you.

- Can we go now?
- Certainly.

If we need you, we'll call you.

- Um, Inspector?
- Yeah?

- Who is he?
- What?

The guy who held me up.
What's his name?

You don't need to know his name.

He's just a strung-out
17-year-old.

He's only 17?

That's my age.

Thanks.

I don't know if I can do this.

Hey, come on.

You can't stay away forever.

♪ Come on, baby
Take a chance... ♪

You okay?

Yeah, I guess I am.

Brenda! Get over here!

Hi, Nat.

- Come here.
- Mm!

I heard you did good downtown,
real good.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Bren! Donna, scoot over.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I am.

You know, I thought
coming back to this place

would be really scary,
but it's not.

It's wonderful.
I'm really glad to be back.

We're glad, too.

All right, who ordered
the banana split?

Oh, me. The one who's finally
going to pass algebra.

Yeah, well, Donna,
third time's the charm.

Second. Second time.

Oh, God, midterms.

I totally forgot that
I have to take them.

Don't worry,
exams are a piece of cake

compared to what
you went through.

Ah, let's see...
Being held up at gunpoint

or... failing English.

I don't know,
it's kind of a toss-up for me.

What? What'd I say?

You can be such a jerk
sometimes.

All right, all right,
but if you were failing English,

you wouldn't be laughing,
either.

No?

♪ True romance... ♪

- Bren, you asleep?
- No, not yet.

It was good to see you
back at the Peach Pit tonight.

I know it took a lot of courage.

Brandon, please,

I've had quite enough praise
for a while.

All right, you're a huge loser,
how's that?

Oh, much better.

So, how you doing?

Tired.

It's been a long time since
I had a good night's sleep.

I think I'm finally
gonna get one tonight.

Sweet dreams.

Brandon?

Could you hand me Mr. Pony?

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Pony.

Good night, Brandon.