Original subtitles

(crickets chirping, waves crashing)

What is wrong with this VCR?

Rejection is cruel.

I think you mean ejection.

Look,

now I want you guys to give me your honest opinion

about my weather spot, okay?

Okay. Can we have popcorn?

No, no. Just hold on.

I'll get it in a second. I got it.

Hey, why don't you just do the show live here

in the living room, and we'll give you pointers.

Yeah.

Damn. Mm!

Nice elocution.

Mm! I like her poise.

Here. Give it to me.

(doorbell rings) (groans)

Oh. Wait.

Don't start it yet.

No, wait,

you have to put the cable on

to channel two.

(crickets chirping)

Flowers.

(whispers): Yay.

Oh, my God, these are beautiful.

I've never seen that.

Oh, they're sterling silvers.

They're really rare.

Mm!

If these are from Steve, I will pass out.

Oh, if they're for me, I'll pass out.

They're for me. Aw.

Well, that's nice of David.

Aw...

I don't think they're from David.

"Donna, you're my one and only.

Your number one fan."

My number one creep.

CLARE: Don, you haven't had a crank call in over a week.

And maybe this is from somebody different, somebody genuine.

Yeah.

What are you talking about?

The only reason the calls stopped is

'cause I changed my number last week.

Now this guy knows where I live.

God, I hate this...

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(laughs)

(laughing)

We're almost there.

You can smell it, huh?

(laughing): Oh, shut up.

You know, I cannot wait to get home.

Which is really weird, considering

I was in such a hurry to get to C.U.

I had my bags packed two weeks before I left.

Your mom and dad are away, huh?

Yup, and the kids can play.

I like that.

You know, I'm still kind of shocked

that you wanted to come at all.

Super Bowl weekend and everything.

Well, it was a tough decision.

A weekend in the country with a beautiful woman,

or a day in front of the television set

with a bunch of guys drinking beer and burping.

Besides, your parents do have a TV, don't they?

(laughs)

Okay, turn here.

There it is.

Damn.

Problem?

Oh, nothing I can't handle.

Afternoon, Trace.

Long time.

Sam. What are you doing here?

Oh, your folks asked me

to hold down the fort till you showed up.

TRACY: Sam, Brandon.

Brandon, Sam.

How you doing?

Your mom said to tell you she fixed up your room.

And the guest room, I guess.

Hmm. Love that mom.

SAM: Listen, my folks would love to see you.

Why don't I run you over there for a quick visit?

Well, maybe later.

Okay.

Oh, there's... there's one other thing. Uh...

Your mare, Lea-- I think she's coming down with colic.

She was in a sweat and agitated.

I got her cooling down in the barn.

Oh, thanks.

Come on, let's go check on Lea.

Old boyfriend, huh?

Mm. How'd you know?

Wild guess.

So much for being alone this weekend.

(engine starting)

Now, we need a marketing strategy.

Simple's best.

Spoken like a true KEG man.

Hey, watch it.

(mumbles)

What's wrong with this picture?

Hey, Clare.

Get over here, you goddess. Hi.

I want you to witness a merger.

A historic merger.

Two months ago, you were at each other's throats.

Now you're best friends?

What's up with that?

Hmm. Guys can do that. It's cool.

I mean, Steve and I have put aside our personal differences

and joined hands, found a common ground.

Yeah. Money.

(laughs) STEVE: All right.

Yeah, we, uh, researched the sports merchandising biz;

found ourselves a nice little gold mine.

We've got a gross of football T-shirts.

But not just any football T-shirts.

These are imported from France.

(snickers)

Really?

Oui. And we are going to make a killing.

We're gonna mark them up 300% and clean up.

Yeah, we're gonna start on campus, then sell the rest

at the After Dark's Super Saturday bash.

And, uh, what's... what's the good cause?

Other than yourselves, of course.

Ouch. Clare, I'm wounded.

You think I would actually succumb to out-and-out greed?

To shameless profiteering? Moi?!

Just answer the question, all right?

Okay, all the profits go to Project Literacy, okay?

(on jukebox): ♪ Mr. Right... ♪

Hmm. You hear that?

Silence from Clare.

Oh, savor this moment; it's...

All right, all right, I stand corrected.

Nice job. I'm impressed.

Well, thanks.

Now would you consider being one of our T-shirt models?

(scoffs)

Well, it was his idea.

CLARE: Yeah.

Not surprised.

♪ ...you are so Mr. Wrong... ♪

(indistinct, overlapping chatter in distance)

WOMAN: Higher here, like this?

MAN: Yeah. That's good.

WOMAN Okay. Some more.

David.

Val, hey.

How's it look? Cheap.

I mean, I thought we were gonna discuss the plans

for this fiasco before you started interior decorating.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

I didn't even have anything planned until Tom and I

put our heads together this morning.

VALERIE: You and Tom.

I see.

TOM: Val, it's gonna look good, trust us.

Look, I'm talking to my partner, okay?

Look, David, I don't want you turning my club into

a tacky sports bar.

Well, first of all, Val,

it's our club, and, uh, second of all,

it's Super Bowl Saturday night here.

TOM: And we assume there'll be

women there, so we're keeping very high standards.

Check out the kegs.

DAVID: All microbrews.

Very tasty.

And that's all we'll be serving besides, uh, sodas and shooters.

TOM: Chips and salsa,

turkey burgers, and of course,

buffalo wings in our honor.

Well, I'm overwhelmed.

What about the entertainment?

Oh, well, we'll have music, of course,

and we're gonna have

NFL highlights on all the TV monitors.

What, no pompom girls?

BOTH: Pompom girls.

I totally forgot. You want to write that down?

All right, I'll get it. Look...

do I have any input here?

Val, it's a guy thing.

What do you want me to say?

It's just for one weekend, Val. Come on.

(scoffing sigh)

I hate football.

Thank you.

Donna. Hi.

Hey, Evan.

How's it going?

Good. Hey, Rusty.

Hey. Evan, thank you so much

for putting that tape together for me.

No problem. Whatever you need.

You are the best.

Oh, isn't he, though? DONNA: Mm-hmm.

Hey, someday, I'll show you the tape I have of you.

I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding.

(weak laugh)

All right, listen, I got to jam.

I'll, uh, see you girls at the station.

And my mother said I was an odd duck.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just, uh, he's just being Rusty.

Um, I'll see you later, okay?

You got it.

Okay.

See, I really have one question for you.

What?

What's up for Super Bowl weekend?

Please.

Right? See, I have

the exact same reaction.

I mean, the entire weekend is like the sociological study

of what would happen to men

if there were no women on this planet.

I'm talking

knuckles to the ground, full-on regression.

Well, I'll tell you, one thing's for sure.

I really don't want to go to that party

Saturday night at the After Dark.

Tell me about it.

David's gonna be so busy, he won't even notice me.

I wish I could say the same

for Steve and his new best friend Dick.

I'm sure they'll spend the whole night trying

to schmooze us into wearing their cheesy T-shirts.

You know

there'll be a water hose right near by.

Ain't that the truth.

You know what?

The hell with them.

We should just have a total girls' night out.

Oh, I, uh... I don't know.

Oh, come on.

I saw this thing in the paper, this advertisement.

It looked like it might be really cool.

And what would that be?

Uh... it's a secret.

But, um, just be dressed to kill

and ready to cut loose.

I'll get Kelly to just drive, okay?

(Donna gasps)

Hello, Donna.

(Donna shrieks)

(Donna screaming)

(muffled screaming)

GARRETT: Darn it! Why did you have to be so tense?

CLARE: Don?

Hello?

It's him.

It's who?

Garrett. Garrett Slan.

CLARE: I don't see him.

By the column-- God, Clare, he was standing right there!

Maybe it was just someone that looked like him.

No, I know what he looks like.

God, Clare, he nearly raped me two years ago.

Don't you think I know what he looks like?

He's in prison, Don.

I'm telling you that I saw him.

I don't know how. I don't...

I just know, and now it...

now it all makes sense to me.

DONNA (crying): He's the one

that's obviously been doing all these things to me.

Think about this rationally, okay?

Why would Garrett Slan be sending you flowers?

It makes no sense.

Forget it. Never mind.

Never mind!

(sighs)

(Tracy laughing)

Quite a nice place to grow up.

Yeah, did I tell you Norman Rockwell

was one of our neighbors?

That's not funny.

You know, the last time

I pushed a girl on a swing like this,

I was head over heels for her.

She ended up the same way.

When was this?

Summer after sixth grade.

Carol Nealon was her name.

I guess you could say she was my first love.

I had her convinced I was a secret agent.

No.

Yeah.

Special Agent Brandon Walsh,

of the Extraterrestrial Task Force.

I convinced her to go up to the lake with me

and stake it out for UFOs. Mm.

Well, how could she resist?

How could she resist?

But, needless to say, she, uh,

got bored very quickly.

Thankfully, there was a swing like this

tied to an old tree nearby.

And she started swinging;

I started pushing her...

I don't know, I guess I got kind of, uh, mesmerized

by her long brown hair,

the way it cascaded down her back,

and then sort of flew up and fanned out...

...until it got caught on a branch.

(laughing): No.

Yeah.

I did tell you she ended up head over heels, didn't I?

(sighs)

Well, you don't have to impress me, Agent Walsh.

That's, uh, Special Agent Walsh

of the Extraterrestrial Task Force.

Special indeed.

Mm-hmm.

Want to go back to the house?

(distant): Tracy!

Trace, you there?

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No, no, no, nothing at all.

Hey, your mare's in quite a stir.

She's pawing the ground.

Her heart rate's up; I think she's in pain.

Is it colic?

Yep, I think so.

I need you to help me get her halter on,

so I can twitch her.

And I think it would be a wise choice

if you'd bed down near her tonight.

Uh, okay, why don't we meet you in the barn.

Guy's got impeccable timing.

Yeah, well, he's a third-year vet student.

So if he says it's urgent,

it's urgent.

Uh, Brandon...

before I left for college, Sam asked me to marry him.

And?

And I said no.

Any regrets?

Not a one.

Good.

(security alarm blaring)

KELLY: What's going on out there?

Stop it! Stop it!

What're you doing? God!

I heard a noise, so I came out here and the alarm wasn't on.

Now I can't shut the thing off! KELLY: What's going on out there?

Okay. Okay. Okay. I got it, Kel.

It's just the alarm.

There's obviously something wrong with it.

There's nothing wrong with it.

Well, we need-- we really--

we need to start using that thing.

Okay, we will.

What did you hear? I don't, I don't know.

There's nothing out there, okay?

Probably just the wind chimes.

This is what we're gonna do--

gonna lock the door, gonna turn the alarm on

and we're gonna go to bed.

Look, Clare, don't patronize me.

Please. Okay? I'm not, okay?

I'm just tired.

You're worrying yourself sick about nothing.

Come on, let's go.

No, you, you go to bed.

I'm fine; really.

Thank you.

(wind chimes tinkling)

(grunts)

Just relax.

I won't be needing this anymore.

Please don't hurt me.

Take anything you want.

You're what I want.

Please...

I've never done this before.

What?

A little tramp like you is still a virgin?

Please, please, let me go.

(gasping)

(gasping)

(rooster crowing)

Good morning. Are you sure?

The sun isn't up yet.

How'd you sleep?

Oh, like a stone.

Good bed, good guest room.

I waited up for you.

I had to stay with Lea.

She was a little too jittery.

Ah, and what about Sam?

Oh, he left right after you went to bed.

Okay. Here.

Have some breakfast.

Thanks, it looks delicious.

Aren't you exhausted? No.

I sleep very good on a hay bed. Ah.

I only wish you could have joined me.

Well, what're you doing right now?

Huh?

Mmm, I've got a lot of chores to do.

Well, I'll give you a hand.

That's okay.

Sam's moving the herd to pasture.

I'm feeding the livestock, and you are on vacation.

Hey, come on, Trace, that's not fair.

I've spent my entire life watching Little Joe and Hoss

and Hop Sing do their thing on the Ponderosa.

I took notes.

I even watch Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman.

You do? Well, okay,

I only watched one episode.

But there was a sick horse in it...

maybe it was a sick cow-- I can't tell the difference.

No, I'm just-- come on, let me give you a hand.

Okay.

Suit yourself. I'll be in the barn.

The barn--

that's that big white thing with the red doors?

See? I know.

(sighs)

Hey, Val, what's up?

When you're done in here,

I've got some shirts that need ironing.

You're a slob, you know that?

Why couldn't you eat at the Peach Pit?

Look, I'm sorry.

David and I were here pretty late last night.

Well, that's too bad.

Because I'm much better company.

Well, I'm sure you are.

But we've got this gig to pull off

at the Super Bowl party, you know.

To hell with it.

You work for me.

Yeah.

And David.

What?

I'll just be glad when this weekend's over, you know?

I'll have my club back.

It's David's club, too, you know.

I mean, he is your partner.

What, are you on his side now?

I'm on both your sides.

Traitor.

Okay.

(door opens)

(door closes)

No!

Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna!

It's... It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's me.

David! I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I was just trying to surprise you.

Kelly let me in. I'm sorry.

(crying)

You okay?

Hey, what's wrong? What's wrong?

David...

I'm so scared.

(sniffling)

I'm having all those nightmares again

about the guy that almost raped me.

Who? Who? Slan?

Yeah.

Donna, he's in prison.

No, I think that he got out.

I think that he's the one that's been calling me,

and coming here at night

and leaving me the roses.

The one that's been doing everything to me.

Donna, Donna, listen to me...

And I think he wants to get me.

Donna, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come on, come on.

Listen to me, okay? What?

You know you're real visible

with this whole TV weather, weather girl thing.

I mean, there's people coming in and out

of the studio all day long.

It could be anybody that's harassing you.

No. Well, no--

Why, why do you think it's Slan?

Because I saw him, okay?

Nobody believes me, but I saw him.

And David, he knows, he knows where I live.

Donna, Department of Corrections has to inform you

if they release him-- that's part of the deal.

Yeah, I know that you're right.

But I... I still think that I saw him.

I saw, I saw him, David.

(sighs) I saw him.

Hey, come on.

(crying)

You... You need to try and relax, okay?

Look, the government offices are closed today,

but what do you say, first thing Monday morning,

we go down to the Department of Corrections

and we check up on Slan, okay?

Yeah, okay. In the meantime,

I want you to have the alarm system checked out here.

And...

I think you should go out with Kelly and Clare.

Have a good time,

try and shake this thing off.

All right?

You think... you think so? Yeah.

Yeah, I know you should.

Okay.

Come on.

I'm so glad that you're here.

Hey, it's okay. Come here.

It's okay. Okay.

Thanks.

Clare, this is beautiful--

no shirts, no Dick...

No comment.

How long does it take to go downtown

to pick up a crate of shirts?

You know Dick--

he's not exactly a downtown kinda guy.

Knowing him, he's probably totally lost by now.

Ah! Here we go!

Finally!

Yeah-- many pardons, partner.

You ever been downtown?

Yeah, I have.

Why do you think I sent you? Oh, thanks.

Let's open these up.

Let's go, all right people, step right up

for your super-sensational football T-shirts,

with custom design!

Right on, just in time for the Super Bowl.

All right, line it up on the left side here.

Check this out.

(mispronouncing): "Mon-dey dew Football"?!

What the hell is that?

It's French for, uh, "world of football."

And that little black-and-white ball in the center?

That's to inform you that "football," in French,

and every other language

except American English is, uh, soccer.

And it's Monde du...

Football. Why didn't you check this stuff

before you picked it up? Oh, no, no, no, no!

Don't blame me! You're the one that ordered it

from Football International-- I mean, what is that?

Guys.

Project Literacy.

Look into it.

You can quit anytime.

Yeah, so can you.

So, what are your intentions toward Tracy?

Could you be a little more direct, Sam?

Do you love her?

I like her a lot, okay?

That's all?

No, I also admire her,

respect her and enjoy her company.

Is that good enough for you?

What? You find that amusing?

Yeah, I do.

Those are the exact same words Tracy said to me...

before she left.

So what are you sticking around for, Sam?

You a glutton for punishment?

Look, why don't you give Tracy and me

a little time alone,

just to see where we stand.

Sorry, I can't do that.

Why not?

Because you had your time, Sam.

This is our time now.

And this interrogation is over.

You sure about this?

Yeah.

When I was a kid, I spent hours

on the set of my mom's TV show.

I'd help out the wardrobe lady

just to keep from dying of boredom.

Yeah, but the shirts are still gonna read Monde du Football.

Yeah, but how many people at this party

do you think speak French?

That's a good point.

All right, let's move it.

Time is money.

DICK: Here you go.

All righty,

does everyone have their needles threaded?

Threaded. STEVE: Great.

We're gonna take the football patch

and we're gonna put it over the soccer ball

and attach it with a simple hem stitch.

Listen to me carefully.

In, over, up

and through.

In, over...

Over? ...up,

Up... and through.

(lively chatter)

Thank you, man. Thank you.

(rock music plays)

♪ ♪

(raucous shouting and cheering)

Lagers are up. Give me a second

on those stouts, all right?

They take a little longer to fill.

David, I can't find the keys to the storage room.

We need more glasses.

(sighing): I don't have them.

They must be in Val's desk.

Nope. Checked.

You want me to call her?

What, and make her think we can't do this on our own?

No, let's use plastic cups.

They're in there, too.

(sighing)

Call her.

Coming through! Coming through!

Whoa, coming through! Coming through.

Monde du T-shirts.

Sorry we're late, ladies.

Do me a favor, put these T-shirts on

and get back here pronto.

There you go-- two.

Now that's effective marketing, huh?

Can't wait to wet them down. Oui, oui.

Mm! All right, step right up,

Get your customs here! get your super custom football T-shirt!

(clamoring)

Oh, Trace, this is unbelievable.

You are out of control.

How about a hot bath after dinner?

How big's your tub?

Big enough.

Really?

You know, suddenly, I'm not really feeling hungry.

Excuse me.

Trace, I need your help.

Lea's in trouble.

Okay.

(dance music plays)

♪ ♪

Hey, come here.

Whoo! Do it!

Oh, no, I can't!

Come on, he's not gonna bite you!

(whimpering, squealing)

He is so unbelievable!

Yeah, you ever hear of steroids?

No! Oh, my God!

Nobody tell David, please!

We won't.

(cheering)

Thank you, ladies!

That's our show.

We got to go.

(crowd cheering)

Oh, my God!

Oh, thank you so much for making me come with you guys.

I needed this.

Well, don't thank me.

It was Clare's idea.

Well, it's better than the nunnery.

Oh, no, not champagne.

Who ordered this?

George: Good evening, ladies.

Are we having a good time?

Yes, thank you.

Perhaps you'd be interested in an even better time?

Oh, what could be better than this?

Well, what you see on stage

is just a fantasy.

My brother George and I are here

to offer you the real thing.

Uh, I got a migraine.

Uh, yeah, me, too.

Weren't we just leaving?

Yes, that's right. Sorry.

URI: Wait a minute.

Where are you going?

We're just getting to know each other here.

You girls don't know what you're missing.

Yeah, that's all right, don't worry about it.

Ladies, ladies, can we talk about this?

Uh, maybe you didn't hear me so good the first time.

Okay, what do you guys want to do now?

Want to go to, uh, Drexel's for a martini?

Sounds good.

Uh, can we just stop by the After Dark?

It's right on the way.

Don... ugh... I promised David.

Come on. All right, let's go.

CLARE: Shotgun.

Hey, buckle up.

CLARE: Get in...

(women whooping)

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

♪ Big bad boogie, all I wanna do is rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ I'm a-rockin'... ♪

♪ Oh, rock... ♪

Look, don't worry, we're gonna sweep it all up

and we're gonna put it back the way we found it, okay?

So, you couldn't get along without me, huh?

Actually, we couldn't get along without your key.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Why don't you go talk to David?

So he can rub tonight's receipts in my face?

I don't think so.

I don't think he's gonna do that.

How do you know?

The cash register is jammed.

He can't remember the override code.

Why don't you go talk to him?

Don't you have anything smaller?

Forget it-- here-- the beer's on the house, all right?

Just take it.

Hey, where's that other keg I asked for, man?

We're all tapped out.

VALERIE: Hey...

need a hand?

Yeah, I could use two.

What's the access code to this?

Oh.

Man, I missed you.

I bet.

Look, Val, I'm sorry, all right?

I know, once I set my mind to something,

I tend to put my blinders on

and I blow everybody else off.

David, it's okay.

I know I'm stubborn, too.

Hey! Hey!

Can I get some service around here, huh?!

Yeah, I'll be right there, all right?

I gotta get back to work. We gotta get back to work.

Hold on.

GIRL: There you are! There you are!

GIRL 2: Hey, I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh, we blend in.

Oh, there's David. See ya.

Make it quick.

Nice recovery.

Yeah, a little needle-and-thread and I'm out of the red.

Hey, Steve, Clare.

Oh! I see you got the girls from Phi Lambda Slut, huh?

Honey, bite your tongue.

These girls are professionals.

Yeah, my point exactly.

(horse whinnying)

Is she gonna be okay?

Yep.

She's no longer impacted.

And the Banamine's settled her down.

So all I gotta do is keep her hydrated.

Yeah, just do what I told you.

Thanks, Sam. You were terrific.

Tracy, listen...

when you left, you took a piece of me with you.

I want you back.

Sam, we've been down this road before.

And the answer is still no.

SAM: Why?

TRACY: Because I've changed, and you haven't.

Still, you can't be serious about this guy...

I can, and I am.

I wish that you would stop being so hardheaded and judgmental

and just get on with the rest of your life.

I do want what's best for you.

Yeah, well, I'm looking at it.

How we doing in here, guys?

Look, you need to stay with her for the next few hours.

If there's any emergency, I'm only a phone call away.

Thanks.

(sighs)

I can't blame the guy for trying.

I know I would.

You know, you were so right.

I'm so glad I went out. I'm having the best time.

I wish I could say the same.

So where've you guys been?

Oh, just a little exhibit--

I mean, it was a... a dance recital...

uh, from Australia.

Really! What? Aborigines?

Yeah, you know, something a little wilder than that.

I'm feeling so much better.

CLARE: Hey, D,

let's go.

Oh, just give me five more minutes, please?

Okay. Five minutes.

Where's Kelly gone?

Uh, she's over there.

Hello.

Hey.

So, uh, you look, uh, dangerous.

I am.

Look out.

Kel, we're gonna go.

Um, five minutes, okay?

(sighs)

Okay.

Okay, babe.

Good girl.

(laughing)

Okay.

Hey, if, uh... if I ever get colic,

will you take care of me

like you take care of that horse?

Only horses and babies get colic.

I don't know, that horse

gets more attention than any baby I've ever seen.

Shh!

She might hear you and have a relapse.

What are you looking at?

(Texas accent): My favorite cowgirl.

You want to play home rodeo, darling?

Be careful.

I'm the one with the roping ribbons.

Oh, that's right.

There isn't much around here you can't handle, is there?

Well, it is home.

Yes, it is,

and Sam intends on keeping you here.

Why did you guys break up, anyway?

Well, Sam's a man of very few words...

and even fewer ideas about life, liberty

and the pursuit of happiness.

So, what we had...

what we shared, it just came to its conclusion.

You either feel something for someone or you don't.

What are you doing with a city guy like me?

What I've been doing since the day I met you.

Mm...

What's wrong?

Isn't this about the time when Sam usually comes in?

(chuckles)

I locked the door from the inside.

So he couldn't get in.

And you can't get out.

Oh, boy.

(horse whinnying)

(sighs) Thank God we got out of there.

Way to block-- I didn't think we were gonna make it.

Did you see those skanks in there

shaking their t-shirts?

Tom looked kind of cute, huh?

Well, he's taken.

Ask Val.

Where's Donna? Oh, she's right behind us.

Donna, come on!

I'm coming.

Oh, God.

(coins jangling)

(engine starting)

(screeching)

Donna, look out!

(tires screeching)

(car alarm blaring)

CLARE: Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

No, no, I'm not okay!

I told you guys!

I told you somebody was after me!

God!

Hey, come on. (crying, muttering)

Come on, let's go.

Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

God!

(rooster crowing)

Morning.

Good morning.

Well, you're not allergic to hay.

That's a good sign.

Mm. How's Lea?

She's good.

She's doing much better.

She drank all her water last night.

That's good.

Brandon.

Mm-hmm?

Tell me honestly...

what was the first thing you thought of

after we... (chuckling)

(sighs)

A gentleman never tells, see?

Chicken.

Okay.

Where I come from,

women who sleep with chickens go first.

Well...

I couldn't help wondering...

did I leave the stove on?

Mm-hmm.

Come on, it's your turn.

Okay, I remember thinking, um...

"All good things come to those who wait."

Are we, uh... are we okay here?

(sighs)

Just don't make me regret this, Brandon.

Same goes for you.

(Brandon clearing throat)

What time is it?

Sorry. Did we wake you?

Oh! Like I could sleep anyway.

What do you think about what Donna said?

Do you think there's any chance

that guy in the car's really after her?

I don't know.

Either that or he was just very, very drunk.

All I do know is that she seems

completely fixated on that guy who tried

to rape her, which is not possible, right?

Excuse me.

Can I be included in this conversation

or do you want to continue to talk behind my back?

Donna, we were just worried about you. Yeah.

DONNA: Yeah, well, that makes three of us.

Fine, go ahead, you guys can call me paranoid,

but I know that there's somebody after me.

And if it's not Garrett Slan, then it's somebody else.

CLARE: Okay, look,

we gave a car description to the police.

They're gonna get back to us as soon as they find anything out.

You know, until then, maybe I should stay at my parents' house

while they're still in Europe.

Then you guys don't have to be burdened by my fixations.

Donna...

(door slams)

Yeah, perfect, great.

Thank you so much.

Have a good day.

Ooh! Hey, David.

Hey.

So, what do you think?

Uh, it's a new desk.

Yep.

What was wrong with the old one?

Well, everything.

I mean, for starters, it was completely one-sided.

Totally wrong.

(chuckles)

What, what are you talking about?

This is a partners' desk; two can play.

Care to join me?

All right, partner, what do you propose?

Well, that we can agree to disagree.

Agreed.

And we clean up our own mess when we make it?

Absolutely.

Good. Then it's settled.

Val, just one more thing.

What is it?

Uh, could you get your feet off my desk?

You know, it's funny,

but I think Sam started to grow on me.

I'm gonna miss him.

I think you should go tell him.

Well, Sam,

it's been an education.

For me, too.

At least now I can honestly say

I know a thing or two about horses with colic.

You think she's gonna be up and around soon?

Oh, sure.

She's a spirited gal...

like some people we know.

Treat her right, you hear?

I will.

Take care, man.

You, too.

Come on.

Let's go home.

All right.

Nat, I'm telling you, it's the last one.

It's the last one and it's your size.

Look, extra special. Only 15 bucks.

I got mine for 12, Nat.

Kelly...

I'll give you ten. I'll throw in breakfast.

Side of sausage?

Oh, you pain.

Sold!

Well, it's official: we're a sellout,

and I mean that literally.

I love that guy.

Clare, I'm really worried about you

and all the other guys.

Don't be.

Our local security patrol's been notified,

our alarm's working fine; everything's cool.

Now if we could just get Donna to talk to us.

Give her some space. She'll be all right.

David'll take care of Donna, but I think you should stay

at Casa Walsh at least till we catch this guy.

What about Kelly?

STEVE: Well, that's not a problem.

Luckily for her, I've got a California king.

Mm, that's so nice of you.

But where are you gonna sleep?

Hah!

DAVID: Hey, good morning, guys.

BOTH: Hey, David. Hey.

Hey. (kisses)

DONNA: Hey.

How you doing?

Better now that you're here.

(both chuckle)

What's all that?

Oh, my mom and dad's mail.

Two weeks' worth.

I just picked it up at my family's P.O. box.

I just can't believe all this junk mail they send...

(both chuckle)

What? What's wrong?

"Department of Corrections."

Oh, God! Oh, God, David!

Donna, what's the matter?

I tried to tell you, and you guys didn't believe me!

Look at this letter.

DONNA: Look at the date!

Slan was released two weeks ago.

That's when it all started.

He's out.