Joan and Steve arrive at some junky-looking spot surrounded by torn chain-link fencing out in the woods. He stops the truck and gets out. Joan follows, asking, "Where are you going? What, you're just not going to talk to me? Listen! I know -- you have to believe me when I say that everything's going to be okay. I can't tell you how I know that, I just do." Steve barks, "Just stop talking! I'm trying to think." He stops, bending over to unlock some huge metal trunk. Joan want to know what there is to think about. Steve is very tearful and upset: "You don't understand! I just got expelled!" He opens the trunk and starts extracting and loading a semi-automatic gun, which Joan can't see yet. He continues, "That is the one thing that can't happen! Now my stepdad's gonna kick me out and I'll have to call my real dad, which is something that I never, ever wanna do. He'll say some BS about how he's not surprised and make some excuse why I can't stay with him, which means this is it, I am done!" Joan: "Can't you just tell your dad that it was my fault?" Steve turns around and points the gun at her and shouts, "No, it is not your fault! It's Price!" ["I'd just like to say good on the writers for having Steve blame that martinet Price and not himself." -- Sars] Joan's good and scared now. Steve keeps gesturing with the gun: "He's been after me since the seventh grade -- well, now he can go to hell!" Joan is whimperventilating, but manages to control the onset of hysteria to ask, "What are you doing?" He looks at the gun, which is still pointed at her, and asks, "You know what my record is?" He walks a little distance away and faces a makeshift shooting range, with some broken bottles sitting on a fence. "It's twelve hits in fourteen shots." Okay, so we've established that he's a much better shot than, say, Mulder. He fires, and the first bottle explodes. Joan shrieks a little and says, "Okay, wait, wait. You shouldn't, like, hurt anybody or yourself..." Steve: "Quiet! You have to fire between heartbeats." He shoots off another couple of bullets. Joan: "This wasn't supposed to happen -- you weren't supposed to get expelled!" Steve stops shooting and says, "Don't worry about it." He turns to her, "I still had a pretty good time." Joan isn't convinced this counts as a "good time." Steve: "Oh, sure it is. See, the way I see it, high school is war. You're the first person to be on my side." Joan carefully takes a couple of steps toward him, saying, "But it wouldn't -- it wouldn't be like that, if you would just...let people see, like, your whole spectrum." Steve shouts, "All people want from me is a creeped-out, psycho gun freak, so that's what I give them!" Joan, tearfully: "That's not who you are! That's not who anyone is!" Sirens and lights indicate Will's arrival -- and I'm sure Adam's had an interesting time deciding what and how much to tell her father about Steve -- and Steve asks, "You want to take off? Just the two of us, right now?" She asks, "Where are we gonna go?" He says, "I don't know, we'll just go. Come on!" Dude. Seriously, you will go 300 feet before her father shoots your tires out, if not your brains. Get a grip. And not one with a handgun attached.