Downstairs, Ronnie waylays some kid named Bobby, and orders him to remove his hat and sunglasses. "You tried to steal my car last night." He denies it, but she holds up his wallet, so he tries the old, "Actually, somebody stole that offa me and I been lookin' for it." She's not biting, though, being savvy and all. Man, he sure can't fool Ronnie Cooke. Until later. Anyhow, she asks him if he's high, on the grounds that his eyes look like glass, and pulls up his sleeve. "Fresh tracks. I'm calling the police." He turns on the sad puppy-dog eyes and says, "No. Please. Look, if this is, you know, about your window, I promise I'll get it fixed." She's all, "That's funny. I don't remember mentioning a window." Oh, nicely done, Hercule Poirot. Wait, no, Ronnie Cooke said that. I must be hallucinating. He explains that he's got two strikes, and if she turns him in, he won't go back to rehab -- he'll go to jail. She's like, "Tough." He asks to speak to her in private. They walk six feet into the Dungeon, and leave the door open. Ah, privacy. He explains, "This is a life-or-death situation. I owe money on the street, I owe $2000 to this dealer. I go away, I can't pay him. If I don't pay him, he's gonna kill my little brother. That's what he said, he's gonna kill him."
Music Room. Marilyn plays the piano to accompany her choir. They're singing "Try A Little Tenderness" and Marilyn is not happy with the soloist, who seems distracted and whatnot. Why isn't Zack playing the oh, right, he died of cancer, or got shot while reading Moby Dick. No, wait, he got too fat. I forget which. Anyhow, the bell rings, rescuing Eve from Marilyn's wrath, but another girl, Carly, approaches her, and says that she may know why Eve is distracted. "We were online chatting, and this guy started flirting with Eve, which was no big deal, but the next day she checked her email, and she had five from him." Long story short, they wrote back, and came onto the guy, who is now sending Eve earrings and lingerie. "What was the content of these conversations?" Carly-ta reveals that they were sex-talk. And now the guy wants to meet her, but she assures Marilyn that Eve, or as we shall now call her actually, Eve is just fine, let's call her that. Anyway, they got some hacker friend of theirs to ID the guy, and now they're freaked, because what if he can use the same method to ID Eve? And that's STILL not all, because the guy in question is a teacher at Winslow: Dr. Benji Harris. Who I frigging SWORE was gay until this episode. Marilyn demands to see the emails. Looks like trouble for Carly-ta and Eve. Or, as they will be collectively known, the Succubytes.