Therapist McMustache's Office. Scott and The Nub Lady, on the couch. "The problem is," McMustache is saying, "you've never mourned for your hand." Honestly, if I'd known he was going to recur so often, I'd have come up with a better nickname. She's incredulous, but he says, "It's a considerable loss, Meredith." Scott points out that an Orthodox Jew would go so far as to have a funeral for the hand. McMustache says that this is not a terrible idea. "It strikes me," says The Nub Lady, "as slightly perverse." But she says this like it's a very, very good thing. She looks at her remaining hand thoughtfully.
Ronnie's classroom, that night. Marshall and his underage girlfriend, Non-Consensual-ita, are talking to Ronnie. Marshall is saying that he's got a public defender and a court date and so on. Non-Consensual-ita asks, "Can you make it go away?" If only she'd asked that question LAST night, no one would be in this mess. Ronnie says it depends on the girl's parents, and she says she's working on them. Marshall still can't believe he's going to have a record as a rapist, so Ronnie reminds him that he did, in fact, break the law. "All right, before I do anything: this was consensual, right?" She says of course, we love each other, we'd marry each other, blah dee blah. Ronnie says she needs to think about what to do next, and sends them off, probably to screw or something.
Rave New World. A warehouse. Colored lights, techno beats, arms waving in the air like the people to whom the arms are attached just don't care. The Harper Image is here, dancing, and she runs into two girlfriends, and they have one of those shouted party-conversations: "HEY!" "HEY! WHO WAS THAT GUY YOU WERE DANCING WITH!?" And so on. Anyhow, one of the girls has a little plastic baggie with some little pills in it. Brooke's like, "WHERE'D YOU GET THAT???" "SOME GUY!!! DOES IT MATTER???" She's like, whatever, no.