Marla's class. "So. Welcome back. You all gotta go runnin' to the principal's office, and squeal on me. Room full of snitches, that's what I got." Having learned nothing, the first girl to get kicked out before says, "Ms. Hendricks, you sent us to the principal's office." Marla's all, "Did I tell you to say who sent you?" Then she throws the girl out, sending her to the principal's office. Perplexed, the girl leaves. Marla surveys the class until some other idiot makes the mistake of raising his hand. "Yes, Mr. Peterson?" Mr. Peterson, clearly uneasy, says the following: "Well. Some of us were talking, while we were in the principal's office that, since Lipschultz left, we've all kind of slacked off. And that may be the reason why you're, like, angry at us, and I think we reached a consensus that we're going to make a bigger effort in here, and that we're sorry." Marla throws him out for kissing her ass. BWA HA HAA! Then she says, "Two down, three to go." Man, I love her when she's insane.
New scene, time for an incredulous question. "Parents!?" says Lauren to Harry, in the dungeon. "Yeah, tonight. I guess a bunch of 'em are coming." Lauren asks him what he's going to say, and he says he doesn't know, but "I guess I'll just listen to what they have to say, and then I'll respond." Lauren cranks up the catty-meter and says, "So if I have a complaint, I could raise it tonight at the meeting, and you'd…" Harry says, "Oh, what is with you, Lauren?" She says, "What's with you?" Me? "Yes, you! You don't tell me anything, Harry. I mean, you're walking around moping, and freezing me out." He says, "Not everything involves you." Which is a bad answer. She says, "Bad answer, Harry. You don't want to talk, fine. I'll talk. I don't like the way this relationship is going. I feel more alone with you than I did when I was single. I'm not in this for the joy of isolation." He yells that she doesn't want to know what's bothering him, and she insists that she does. So he tells her. "Complete confidence? Between you and me?" She says, "Of course. Unless there are cameras." Heh. But he doesn't smile. "It's Tyron Anderson. I feel a little responsible for his death." What? Why? "That murder three weeks ago. Tyron was the shooter. I knew it. And I protected his secret. And now he's dead, and…I don't know…" Lauren is shocked. Harry refrains, by some superhuman power, from saying, "I told you so."
"She sent you here, why!?" says Steven, with a modicum of, shall we say, incredulity. We're in his office, where one of Marla's victims stands before him. "She sent me here for telling you she sent me here that last time she sent me here. She's gone daffy." Steven thanks the girl, whose name turns out to be Veronica. Veronica hesitates before leaving: "You know, I like Ms. Hendricks. All the kids do. But she's…" Steven cuts her off with a brusque thank-you, and says he'll take care of it. Scott comes in as Veronica leaves, with a freaky look on his face. "I don't like that look," says Steven, whose Spidey-sense is tingling. Scott says, "The locker search didn't turn up the tapes, but it did turn up this. It's basically a journal kept by Anthony Ward, containing a hit-list of all the students he plans to kill." Scott's look must be contagious, because now Steven has it, too.