Back outside the bar, the slow music adds terrible import to poor little Timmy in the center of a circle of about twenty or thirty full-grown men. As Ryan starts howling, "There's no guaranteeeeeees, there's no guaranteeeeees," Tim runs at the ass he hustled, who throws him to the ground and starts punching the crap out of him. Tim smiles with feral abandon, his mouth bloodied. A good number of the men file back in to the bar, their desire to watch a full-grown man beat up a high school kid satisfied. But the Hustled Man keeps after Tim, smarming about Tim not having his father there to protect him. He lands four or five terribly violent punches before Billy and Tyra pull up and rush to break them up. ["In their time-traveling Delorian, one would assume. Unless it took Tim and Hustled Man twenty minutes to walk outside." -- Joe R] Billy shoves the ass away, telling him that Tim is "just a kid, man, he's just a kid." Tyra peels Tim off the ground, and then she and Billy hoist him between them and carry him off, lurching.
Crackling fire, Julie cozy in Matt's arms on the couch. Matt stirs and catches sight of the clock. "Hey, uh, Jules, it's kinda um..." It's 1:30 in the morning. Julie jumps up, panicked, and we cut to them pulling up in front of the Taylor house. Julie tells Matt to kill the lights. Why kids think their parents will be sleeping soundly when they're three hours late for curfew, I will never know, but I know every time I did it -- every. single. time -- I thought I had a chance of sneaking into my room without them realizing. Once again the moral is: kids are stupid.
They pause at the curb while Julie rummages for her keys. Matt asks if he should walk her to the door, and she asks if he's kidding. "My dad's gonna kill you if he sees you." Julie keeps rummaging distractedly until Matt blurts, "Julie, I love you." She stops and stares and says, "Uh, what?" She stutters and then says, "Uh, me too. I love you, too." She gets out of the car with a sweet smile toward Matt, but as she walks away from the car in slow motion, the sweetest smile is the one she sort of makes to herself, like this is some very unexpected data that makes the experiment even that much more exciting.
Inside the house, Tami and Eric stare off into space, completely crazy-faced. Julie comes in the door, Tami jumps up. Coach just demands, "Are you alright? Are you alright?" Julie says she is and then before anyone can say anything else she launches into it: "I'm sorry, I know I'm late, and I should've called....but I was with Matt and we fell asleep and...nononono, nothing like that happened, nothing that you're thinking happened, I swear to you guys, that nothing happened." Tami just looks at her daughter in silence. Julie says good-night and comes forward for a hug from her mom. The two women cling to one another for a moment, and as Julie pulls away, she says, "Thanks for the talk." Tami just nods, Julie looks sheepishly at both her parents and then turns to go to bed. Tami turns around to her husband, whose hair just sort of faints away and falls back in a teenager-induced stress-swoon.