Platypus meets Mollie's stunned father at the airport. He doesn't see her until she calls out his name several times. "Romy," he says and Romy whispers, "I'm sorry," and hugs him. At the bar Scraggle asks Sarah, "What did he say? Do they have anything?" "Nope," Sarah tells him, "No leads. Nothing." Joss looks at a newspaper as Boss Man says, "That's what they were saying on this radio report I heard." "Man, it's everywhere, isn't it? Every front page, every morning show..." Joss trails off. "Yeah, no kidding," Sarah says. "I just wonder how much press it would have gotten if it had been a black kid from the projects," Joss muses. Scraggle stares at her, "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks. "Nothing," Joss says, backing off. "Look, I shouldn't have said anything, it's horrible." Of course, Joss is right in what she said, but still, it's not quite on to make the friends of a murdered person feel guilty that their dead friend is getting more press coverage than a minority kid would. Scraggle tells everyone that he kept dreaming the night before that he gets to Mollie one minute too late and he grabs the guy, "and [he] start[s] wailing on him and [he] just kill[s] him." Scraggle continues, "I would've, if I had been there." Macho, Macho, Maguire. Some stranger at the bar says, "So you guys actually knew her?" Scraggle and Sarah nod and say, "We were her friends." "For a long time?" the stranger asks. "No," Sarah says sadly, "Not very long at all."

Sarah runs into Det. Douglas as he's leaving her apartment. She's wearing a heavy coat and a fuzzy scarf, but from where I sit, the temp is 90 and the heat index is 97. Try again, FOX. Either that, or cancel the show. Oops, you just did. Apparently, the autopsy showed abrasions on Mollie's finger, and shining wit that he is, he figured a ring must be involved. He asks Sarah if she could describe the ring, but it doesn't involve Sarah directly, the subject is too taxing for Sarah, and she's not helpful. Det. Douglas suggests recent photos might be helpful. Sarah remembers Mollie had a camera. As the dinner twit goes through the dearly departed's stuff, Det. Douglas surveys Sarah's apartment and opines about all the security hazards: "Those window locks on those rotted sills, they're a cinch to jimmy. You got easy access off the fire escape [would that be the fire escape from which Sarah first bounced her dinners in the premiere episode of this decaying show?]. Someone could get in here without even breaking a sweat." "Really?" is Sarah's brilliant rejoinder, as she hands Det. Douglas a roll of film and then discovers it's unused. Det. Douglas asks if they know their neighbors and Sarah answers, "Not really." Det. Douglas forcefully tells her, "You should. You should work out a system. You check up on them, they check up on you. You listen for strange thumps in the night. You watch for take-out menus being piled up under doors." In the case of the last instance, I would gather it just might possibly be too late to do anything. Sarah tells Det. Douglas that he's making her nervous. "Nervous"? I would think she'd had the poop scared out of her. If she's just "nervous," she's a Valium-influenced individual. Det. Douglas grunts in response as Sarah hands him a roll of film. Det. Douglas explains that he's "seen things" in her neighborhood, and that if she just "beefed up" her door locks and took other precautions, she would decrease her odds.