All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S02E25 - Meeting Mr. Pony (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track3_[eng]

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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)