The Sanctum by night. Benji comes in and asks to speak to Steven. "I advise you to come back with your union rep." Benji says that'll happen tomorrow, but he wants to talk to Steven privately, and asks how many people know. Even without Cheryl Holt's website, news still whips around Winslow High pretty quick, it seems. Man, I miss Cheryl Holt. Benji says that he received an IM, and did not come onto the girls first, and "she said she was eighteen." That never works, dude! Sure enough, Steven's all, "You come in saying you're ashamed. Now it seems like you're defending yourself." Benji says he would never, ever act on those fantasies, and they were meant to be private, and Steven points out that emailing them to people makes them less private, and furthermore, Benji really ought to come back with his union rep.
Ronnie's place. A knock at the door. She hollers to "Manny" that the door is open, and something about paint samples, while tying a robe around herself. Smart. The door opens, but it's not "Manny," whoever that is -- it's Druggie Bobby, who tells her not to be afraid and says, "If I were going to rob you, I already would have." Um when, in the three seconds he's been inside? He returns a watch to Ronnie that he took from her car the other night, because he couldn't sell it. He also appears to have been hit in the head, because a gash curves around his eye. She asks what happened to his face. "That dealer I told you about pistol-whipped me." She tells him to stay where he is, and goes to get peroxide and cotton swabs, and cleans his wound. She asks about his brother; apparently he has until tonight to come up with the two grand. "That's why I ran yesterday. That's why I'm here. What they did to my face is nothing. The dealer told me they're gonna skin my little brother alive. I'll pay you back, I swear, I'll go to rehab tomorrow, just please don't let my little brother die. Please." Ronnie looks at him. Sure can't fool Ronnie Cooke.