Ever since Bobby Brady realized how much a bad guy Jesse James was, Bobby sought out a new hero to look up that wasn't a murderer. After a while, he finally found a hero in The Rifleman. Sure, he carried a rifle, but he wasn't a murderer. He only used it to do what was right and defend his family.

Maybe now it was time for Bobby to start defending his own family.

"It was an accident," Carol said as she paced around Mike's den. "We can't prove Bobby did it on purpose."

"I don't want to believe the worst, but… but my son is gone," Mike told her. "Peter's dead. We can't ignore Bobby's problem anymore, but I don't don't have the heart to turn him over to the authorities. I don't want to put my son in an asylum. Maybe after the funeral… we should get away for a little while, give Bobby time to think before we decide what we should do about him. All I know is that Greg's my only son now."

Bobby sat on the floor in the garage during the funeral and cremation, both of his ankles chained to the wall, trying to keep himself together. His brother was dead and he was being held responsible. He's never want to hurt Peter, they were best friends, at least until Oliver started making trouble. Now his brother was dead and he didn't know what was going to happen to him.

"I'm sorry, Peter," Bobby whispered as he cried. "How could someone do this?"

"Because you're a horrible person," Oliver said. "You killed your own brother."

"He's lying, Bobby," Luke said. "Oliver knocked you out and knocked Peter off the roof. That sneaky little bastard murdered Peter. I liked Peter, he was a good friend!"

"You murdered Luke," Bobby whispered. "You turned my family against me and murdered my brother. I'm going to make you pay for it."

"We'll see," Oliver said as he headed for the door. "We'll just see. Maybe it's time I put you out of your misery."

Oliver left as Luke looked at Bobby. "That kid's a psycho!"

"I need to get out of here," Bobby said as he started to panic. "I need to—"

Luke pulled him into a kiss as he smiled against Bobby's lips. Bobby pulled back as he relaxed.

"Are you a ghost or a figment of my imagination?" Bobby asked. "Because that kiss felt real."

"Promise me you'll live long enough to figure it out," Luke told him as Bobby spotted a pin on the floor. once again, just out of reach.

"One Brady down," Oliver told himself. "Next I'll take care of Greg. I'lll be the only son left when I'm done, then I'll get all the love with no one in the way."

"Okay, we'll leave for the Grand Canyon after we….," Mike's voice broke as he hung up the phone. "After we pick up Peter's ashes. Spreading him at the Grand Canyon is the best way to honor him."

Carol gently rubbed his shoulder. "It's what Peter would have wanted."

"We'll leave Bobby enough food and water so won't have to worry about him while we figure out what to do with him," Mike said. "Frankly I can't even look at him right now."

"Maybe we should consider sending him away," Carol said. "We can't trust him around the other kids. I'm worried about the girls."

"And Oliver," Mike added. "We'll figure out what to do with him when we get back."

"What will you do if you escape?" Luke asked. "Where will you go?"

"I don't know," Bobby said. "I just can't stay here, not after this. But I know I'm not leaving Oliver alone with them. One of us is going to die for what he's done."

The garage door opened as Cindy walked in. Bobby quickly put his hands over his exposed body as she approached. "You shoudln't be here."

"I know you didn't mean to kill Peter," Cindy told him. "Mom thinks you're going through a phase."

"And what do you think?"

"I just want my old brother back," Cindy told him. "I don't want them to send you away, but you keep trying to hurt people."

"I never hurt anyone," Bobby told her. "I loved Peter. I… really liked Luke. I think I might be gay."

"You need help," Cindy told him. "We're going to the Grand Canyon to spread Peter's ashes, then Dad is talking about sending you a hospital for a while."

"He can't!" Bobby said. "I'm not the one doing these things! It's Oliver, you can't trust him!"

"I don't think we can trust you anymore," Cindy said as she walked to the door. "I'm sorry, Bobby, but you're sick and need help."

"Cindy, please!" Bobby shouted. "I'm innocent!"

Cindy just walked away as Bobby tugged at his chains. "I won't give up. I'm going to kill Oliver when I get free. For Peter."

He tried reaching the pin again, but it was just out of reach, just like the one in the yard.

"Come on…," Bobby said as he stretched as far as he could. He nearly pulled his arm out of his socket as he finally barely touched the pin and pulled it back, hiding it under his hand just as the door opened and Oliver walked in with a bag of dog food.

"This is for you," Oliver said as he put the bag down. He came back with two gallons of water. "Your parents insisted you have food while they're gone."

"Gone?"

"We're going to the Grand Canyon to spread your worthless brother's ashes," Oliver told him with a laugh. "That'll give me plenty of time to figure out how to kill you and Greg. One the boys are out of the way, I'll be the favorite son."

"You leave my sisters alone," Bobby said through gritted teeth. "And Greg is too smart, he'll see you coming."

"You give them too much credit," Oliver told him. "I might just push Greg off the side of the Grand Canyon, make it look like a suicide."

"You son of a bitch," Bobby told him. "I'll kill you if you hurt anyone else."

Oliver pulled out a knife and held it to Bobby's member. "You try anything and I'll cut this off before you even know what to do with it."

Oliver cut it as Bobby winced.

"You remember that before you fuck with me," Oliver said as he walked away and locked the door. Bobby fell back against the wall as a tear fell down his face. He held up the pin and smiled.

"Payback time."