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BRENDA: 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?

(car horn honking)

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.

(laughing)

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.

(sighs)

(horn honking)

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. (doorbell jingles)

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.

(doorbell jingles)

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.

(bell jingles)

(wind whistles)

Ladies and gentlemen, live, under the big top,

it's those nutty Gambini Brothers.

Come on.

(dog barks in distance)

(doorbell jingles)

So what'd you forget this time?

(gun cocking) 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! (glass breaking)

Quit stalling!

(crying): I'm not! It sticks sometimes.

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

No! (cash register dings)

Good girl.

Put the money in the bag.

Faster! (crying)

You know, you're kind of cute.

You don't say "thank you"

when someone pays you a compliment?

(crying): Thank you.

I can't hear you.

(louder): 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.

(softly): One, two...

I can't hear you!

(louder): Three, four, five...

All right, here we go.

Hey, hey.

Forget it. Forget it. Here.

Well...

(laughing)

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.

DYLAN: 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?

(softly sobbing)

Bren, you okay?

Hey, are you all right?

It's okay.

(indistinct police radio communication)

(doorbell jingles)

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.

NAT: I knew I should've

put in that video camera.

OFFICER: 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?

(laughs)

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.

(door bell jingles)

Dad.

Are you okay?

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

No, go on home. Thanks.

(crying)

Come on, honey.

It's all over now.

DYLAN: Maybe not.

Bren, where's your purse?

JIM: 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! DYLAN: 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.

BRANDON: 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.

JIM: Thank God nothing was broken,

except for her spirit.

And I said I'd never ride again.

CINDY: 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.

BRANDON: You got it.

JIM: 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.

(laughs)

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.

(light switch clicks)

(door closes)

(dog barking in distance)

(sighs quietly)

(gun cocks)

You know, you're kind of cute.

CINDY: 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.

(echoing): So, you gonna be here when I get back?

(echoing): Unless I run off with some tall handsome stranger.

(jingling)

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

(truck horn blaring)

(school bell ringing)

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.

(truck horn blaring distantly)

(bell jingling)

(bell jingling)

ROBBER: 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...

BRENDA: 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.

BRANDON: 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!

(jingling)

Oh, my God!

(jingling)

You scream, you die.

(screaming) (truck horn blaring)

(gasping)

CINDY: 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.

TEACHER: All right, the first section is multiple choice,

second section is short answer.

Good luck, ladies and gentlemen.

And go!

(bell dinging)

(jingling echoing)

(bell jingling as door closes)

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

Understand?

(quivering): 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!

(screaming)

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.

CINDY: 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.

BRENDA: 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.

JIM: 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.

BRENDA: 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.

DR. SHAW: 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.

(gun cocking)

(gasps): 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.

KELLY: 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 going to 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?

BRANDON: 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.

(horn honking) Oh, my God, it's them. 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.

(talking quietly)

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.

(sighs): 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.

KELLY: Yeah, same here.

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

It was before I knew you.

DONNA: 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.

(laughs) How about you, Steve?

Yeah, well, okay, once or twice.

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

(laughs): Yeah, neither did I.

ANDREA: 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.

ANDREA (clears throat): 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.

(phone rings)

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.

That a girl. All right. That's great.

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.

JIM: 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.

(wry laugh)

All I have to do-- yeah, right.

Don't worry.

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

Are you sure?

We do this all the time.

You'll be okay.

Come on, let's do this.

JIM: Good luck, honey.

CINDY: 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 moustaches 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.

OFFICER: 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.

(dog barking distantly)

Damn it! Do you understand me?

Do you?

(doorbell jingling)

You scream, you die.

(truck horn blaring)

(horn blares, dog barks)

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.

DYLAN: Are you okay?

Thank you, Brenda.

You have a very brave young daughter.

JIM: 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.

('50's rock 'n' roll playing)

I don't know if I can do this.

Hey, come on.

You can't stay away forever.

(jingling)

♪ Come on, baby, take a chance... ♪

(register dings)

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.

KELLY: 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.

DYLAN: 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.

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

(laughter)

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?

(clears throat)

♪ I will show you ♪

♪ 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?

(laughs): 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.

(laughs quietly)

(door closes)