Back at his office, Emerson finds Simone waiting for him. "There's something I've got to tell you," she says, but he interrupts, saying there's something he needs to tell her, too. "And I really hate to tell you, now," he says, "because now it looks like I'm just tellin' you because I have to, not 'cause I want to." He starts trying to explain about the pop-up "L'il Gumshoe" book she found, but she cuts him off. "May I go first?" she asks, tersely. "I'm sorry." He is confused. "What are you sorry about?" he asks, and to answer, Simone merely nods toward a dark corner of the office from which Lila, her dam(n) self, emerges.
Bitch got a gun. "Lila," Emerson snarls. "Lila?!" Simone says. "She told me her name was Priscilla Saltpeter! Said she'd shoot me if I let on she was here." Emerson says yeah, Lila's told a lot of people a lot of things. He asks her pointedly if she's in town to steal a ruby from a dead guy, a crime which she denies committing. "Where's Penny?" he wants to know, but it's a no-go. After an ill-advised slam on the badass Simone, hilariously calling her riff-ruff, Lila says she'll make Emerson a deal. If he clears her from this Stingwell death, she'll let him see Penny. She tells him to hang a red lantern in his window when he's got it all sewn up, but the moment she gets a whiff the cops are closing in on her, she's taking Penny somewhere he'll never find her.
Finally, Simone can take no more. "Who's Penny?" she asks. Lila: "Penny's the price I paid for thinking with my heart and not my head." Emerson admits that Penny's his daughter. "That's what I was just about to tell you," he grumbles to Simone. "Surprise." Lila gives him a 48-hour deadline. "What's to stop me from takin' away that little toy gun of yours, and pushin' yo' delicate frame through my wall?" he asks. Her answer is simple: "Xylozine." And with that, she blows a powdered blast of the knock-out drug into the faces of Simone and Emerson, who do a duet of beautifully choreographed falls to the floor.