Fancy Prep School. Di, Medavoy, and Baldwin are questioning Alyssa's teacher, who calls her death "they worst thing they've had to deal with" at the school. Dude, "they"? How about "we," Professor McHeartlessford? He goes on to say that Alyssa's writing was so "detailed" and "visceral" that he was "encouraged," which turned to disturbed only after she completed a hat trick on the I-was-raped-after-school series. He held on to the third story. Dude, gross! He never spoke of his concern because he'd rather cover his ass than stick his neck out and risk being perceived as a child molester or something like that. "It's a modern-day Salem," he says. Too late, Baldwin sussed you out first thing! Get some wood for the fire, y'all. The teacher says Alyssa refused to take the third story back (and she mentioned his name, Chris Manahan, in this one). THEN he asked if she needed to talk about something, and said that "he would put her in touch with someone" -- like, I guess, a SCHOOL COUNSELOR, or something -- and she shook her head and walked away. Di flicks her eyes down to the pages of Alyssa's last work, and Baldwin gets to deliver the Look of Great Moral Outrage. You GO, Baldwin.
After a gritty (gritty!) montage of the street (including a dog), we land inside the station house, and wave up to Sip's desk. With a checked shirt and striped tie, he rolls his eyes, exhales nervously, and picks up the phone. Go go go! DO IT! He dials. We get a shot of John. Cynthia the niece answers, and agrees to go to dinner with Sip that NIGHT. Dude! Sip says he has to check his calendar (Because he's read The Rules. NOT.), covers the phone with his hand, exhales, gets back on, and says he's available. John beams. Okay, so tonight at eight! Sip hangs up, elated, and then makes an "oh, shit" face because of Theo! He needs a sitter and can't ask Katie! He starts calling babysitters, then wheels around. "John, I need to ask you a biiig favor." "Name it," says John. Sip asks for a trim. John's face falls slightly, but he agrees. The sitter Sip calls is like in law school now. Wacky hijinks are so about to ensue, I can just tell.