Willard and Bruce clink flasks. Bruce blathers about how dangerous Tyler can be, and Willard pleasantly agrees that disrespecting Bruce is an indirect way of disrespecting Willard himself. "What would you have me do?" Willard quizzes his brother. "I don't know," Bruce hedges. "Whatever you think is appropriate." Willard nods and dismisses Bruce, smilingly promising that Tyler won't bother him again. Bruce thanks Willard for this, then decides to be an asswad and keep talking when he could've been home free. It figures that this show's only wheelchair-bound character turns out to be evil and stupid -- just the way real wheelchair users are. "This place is still scary to me," Bruce muses, wheeling around Willard's study. "It's off-limits." He mimics his mother telling him to stay away, then bitterly recalls that Willard was the chosen son, while all Bruce got to do was sew and sing show tunes with their mother. Willard looks totally bored, so he decides to end the scene by hugging Bruce. As they embrace, Willard jovially says, "Bruce, tell the truth. Did you hurt this girl?" Bruce denies it, but Willard presses him to be honest; Bruce demurs that he's not a bad guy, really, despite what a screw-up he is. "You want my help with Tyler Creed, don't you? And you know I'd never use my power against my own family," Willard says, tactfully ignoring the way he imprisoned his daughter. "Don't insult my intelligence." Bruce slowly turns and admits he didn't mean to hurt Miranda. He just went out for a run after imbibing a bit too much booze. "Hey, stuff happens," he shrugs apologetically. It's true, too. While running, men often trip and end up inadvertently ramming their penises into whatever female orifice happens to break their fall. Willard's mouth smiles, but his eyes don't, and his entire expression turns morose when Bruce disappears from view.
Lou finishes filling up his car and drives away. Ruby watches, hidden, crying a single tear that slips from the middle of her left eye and trickles down her cheek like so many drops of Visine.
At the Donner house, Luke and Sophia are sitting on the couch. He insists that she won't ever return to Wolf Lake, despite her proclamation that it's just a six-week summer program. "Nope," Luke sighs exaggeratedly. "How can this compare with Italy? You'll be a sophisticated world traveler. How is anyone going to impress you?" Grinning flirtatiously, Sophia leans toward him and wonders aloud exactly who might be interested in wowing her. "You'll see," he says. Getting up off the couch, Luke goes off on a rant about the letters she'll write home begging Donner to let her live in Italy forever. Sophia wonders whether Luke ever dreams about a life beyond Wolf Lake. "Why should I?" he asks, staring out the window. "Can't do it. I can't leave this town." Sophia loathes that mere thought, but Luke swears that since preschool, it's been drilled into him that Hill people can't put themselves or the clan at risk by straying too far from town. "If we were meant to explore, we would've been given safer blood," he murmurs. Sophia sighs, then stiffens when she hears her father's car, knowing she'll get busted for seeing Luke. "That's at least a block away," Luke says. "We'll have to talk about that sometime." He glides out the door, leaving Sophia to peek out the window and reflect upon what other juicy perks might come from having enhanced hearing.