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 gonna 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.
Well, obviously we're not gonna get anything accomplished here.
So I think we should go to a public place.
Some place 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?
When am I gonna need to know the Moors were driven from Spain?
How about Friday, 10 a. m.?
I hate midterms.
I love them. 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 waiting for Mel, Jackie and their wedding coordinator
to finish choosing their colour 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?
No. They're gonna be here first thing in the morning, but 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 gonna 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 a 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.
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?
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?
Fifteen minutes?
That'll give you enough time to help me with the recycling.
You got it.
So... gonna be here when I get back?
Unless I run off with some tall handsome stranger.
Anytime now.
Okay, boss.
You scared me.
Sorry. Steve forgot his CliffsNotes.
- 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 did you forget this time?
Andrea?
You do what I tell you and you won't get hurt.
Do you understand?
Oh, God.
Do you understand?
Just put the gun down, okay?
Damn it! Do you understand me? Do you?
Yes.
Is there anyone else here?
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. - No!
Good girl. Put the money in the bag.
Faster.
You know, you're kind of cute.
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, Coke.
Well...
Hope Mr. Barnum doesn't find out about this.
Man, do you hear something?
Like what?
Never mind.
Get that. Give me that broom.
You gotta check Baja out, man.
You don't have to surf. You can just hang.
- Where is it? - It's on the other side of San Diego.
Come on, woman. Time's up.
- Bren? - Brenda?
Bren.
Okay? Here, here, here. 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 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?
If you were here, he might have just started shooting.
Brenda, if we were here, he wouldn't have come in the first place.
I knew I should've put in that video camera.
What might have 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 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, Ms. Walsh.
A lot of people would've lost their cool.
You did everything just right. Okay?
Okay.
- Dad. - Are you okay?
You don't need us anymore tonight, do you?
- No, go 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. He is not coming here.
Yeah, but if he wanted to, he could. He's got Brenda's keys,
he's got her licence with the address on it.
No, man, look. He took the cash, dumped the purse.
Never even looked at the ID.
Dylan's right. If he'd wanted to harm you,
he would've done it when he had the chance.
- Jim- - Honey-
Brenda, we promise you one thing: we'll never leave you alone again.
- Absolutely. - Come on, it was just a fluke thing.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Pretty good attitude.
You know, you've handled 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 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 fell off hard in the grass.
Thank God nothing was broken,
except for her spirit.
Yeah, and I said I'd never ride again.
She didn't wanna look at another horse.
So Dad went out and bought her a little stuffed Mr. Pony.
Gave her one of his famous Walsh pep talks and lo and behold-
- 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 licence 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.
Thought you might wanna 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.
- Night, Mom. - Night, honey.
You know, you're kind of cute.
Morning, dear. Well, 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.
Didn't she take one last night?
Never mind. I would too, I suppose.
What's this? "Women's Crisis Hotline"?
The police inspector gave that to Brenda last night.
I know she said she wasn't interested-
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, 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 you doing? - Fine. Shouldn't I be?
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 held up.
I would've had a heart attack. I'd be dead 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.
Nat told me about the stickup. I'm blown away.
Yeah, well, I'm glad I wasn't. Bye.
Whoa, Bren, you scared me.
- Really? It wasn't even loaded. - Very funny.
Well, you have to keep your sense of humour.
Yeah, I guess. Mine kind of took a flyer.
You know, I almost called you at 2:00 this morning.
I felt like I needed to do something. 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... 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?
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.
You got study hall this period.
- Lucky me. - Bye.
You know, you're kind of cute.
Don't say thank you when someone pays you a compliment?
Thought I'd never make it back in time. There was so much traffic.
- Where were you? - The police station.
Didn't Brandon tell you I went to file a report?
- 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 8 on the Physics midterm?
- Yeah, but only up to page 95. - Okay.
I told the inspector I only got a glimpse of the guy
as I was getting into Steve's car and it was dark outside the Peach Pit.
But if your guy was wearing a grey shirt and a baseball cap,
it could've been the same one.
Well, it probably was.
Did your guy have brown hair?
You know what? I don't remember and he isn't "my guy. "
- I didn't mean it that way. - Look, I know.
I'm trying to forget about this and get on with my life.
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 we 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.
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. - Me too.
Me three.
What do you say we make it a threesome?
Yeah, right.
Would you mind getting a ride from someone else?
Nat needs me for a couple of hours.
That's terrible. How can you go back to that place?
It's where I work.
Yeah, 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.
Actually, I have some things
I was supposed to do around the house today.
Cool. I'll see you guys there.
Bye.
Brandon.
Hey, need a ride to the Pit? It's where I'm going.
No, Thursdays I go to Rapline.
That's kind of what I wanna talk 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 wanna talk about it?
Well, no offence, but maybe she just doesn't wanna talk about it with you.
Well, just as long as she talks to somebody.
Okay.
- Hey, Bren. - 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 maniacally.
Well, I started to, but I thought I'd get my clothes for tomorrow.
And 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, because 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?
She said 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.
Yeah, well, I just put my mind to it.
I mean, I don't wanna be a burden to anyone
and I certainly don't need anyone's pity.
Where's my Mr. Pony?
Brandon, you do not have a Mr. Pony.
You had a Mr. Lion,
and you lost him and cried for three days straight.
You do have a good memory.
And if you ever tell anybody about that, I will kill you.
Okay. Good night, Brandon.
Good night.
Anytime now.
You gonna 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 didn't tell her
- to finish up and get going. - Dad, we did.
Jim, be gentle.
Sweetheart, it's getting late.
Yeah, I know. I should've done this ages ago like Mom said.
But I kept putting it off, and now I'm paying for it.
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 did 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 gonna be late.
Honey, maybe we should call the school
and we can reschedule your test.
Mom, no. I don't need any favours.
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. Hey, hey, hey. Bren.
Brenda, what's wrong? What is it?
I'm sorry, it's my fault.
He killed you and Brandon because I couldn't open the register.
Wait, wait, we're not dead, huh?
We're not. It's okay, come on.
It's gonna be okay.
I don't know what's going on.
I don't know what's happening anymore.
It's gonna be okay.
It's not, Dylan. It's not gonna be okay.
Haven't seen that fellow 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.
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 counselling 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.
And 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 wanna 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,
and he and your mom are upstairs talking to her.
- You think I should come home too? - Don't worry.
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.
You'd 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 we'd only locked the door, 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...
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 gonna 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
and hold on tight while he'd take me around the ring.
I've never felt happier or 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"?
If they don't get here soon, you guys are gonna look conspicuous
because I gotta go to work.
We gotta 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... yeah.
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. Let's do something.
- A game, a game. - Let's play a game.
I thought we ruled out games.
- Okay, guys, guys. - Oh, good. Scrabble's a great idea.
Here. I'll do the F.
- All right, here, here. - Oh, that rule.
- I will. - Where's the S?
Yeah, I got the S right here. I'm putting it together.
- Okay, okay. - Here.
What are you all doing here?
- What? We're playing Scrabble. - Yeah.
- Double word score, triple letter score. - Good, Andrea.
- Oh, very good. - Very smart.
Good.
Those are not real words.
Well, yeah, we're playing under special rules, see.
Every word you make, you lose a point.
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 wanna 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.
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.
But I think I'm ready to start dealing with it and get on with my life.
- Attagirl. - 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.
I can't go.
Brenda, you gotta 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.
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 wanna see him again.
So you'd rather give him the chance to go do this to someone else?
- No. - Because that's what's gonna happen.
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 wanna calm down. I mean, can't I even get angry?
You and Brandon.
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 am 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 there.
All you have to do is tell us if you recognise 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.
How are you sure?
We do this all the time.
You'll be okay.
Come on. Let's do this.
- Good luck, honey. - Bye.
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 hairstyles, beards and moustaches
may be easily changed.
When you have looked at all of the men,
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 them in.
Number 1, move to the red square at centre stage.
Put your hat on.
Look left.
Face to the right.
Face forward.
Bachelor Number 2, move to the red square.
Put your hat on.
Number 4, 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 a 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.
- Inspector. - Yes?
- 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. Can't stay away forever.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I guess I am.
Brenda, get over here.
Hi, Nat.
Come here.
I heard you did good downtown, real good.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
Bren. Donna, scoot over.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, I am.
I thought coming back to this place would be really scary, but it's not.
It's wonderful. I'm 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.
Oh, 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 did 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?
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?
Much better.
So how you doing?
Tired.
It's been a long time since I had a good night's sleep,
but I think I'm finally gonna get one tonight.
Sweet dreams.
Brandon?
Could you hand me Mr. Pony?
Good night. Good night, Mr. Pony.
Night, Brandon.