At the hospital, Platypus sits with Mollie's stricken father, as he fills out forms that ask questions like "name and address of receiving mortuary," and gets taken for a big ol' ride with Guilt. She starts babbling about how all this is her fault, that she should have looked out for Mollie more, but that she was jealous of Mollie and didn't want her to do better than she did. She starts to snot. Mr. Hatcher basically tells her to stuff it please.

Scraggle Rock, the newly-minted detective on the beat, decides to conduct his own little investigation into the murder of Mollie Hatcher. He harasses local businesses until the cops pull up and tell him to step off. He gets a bit stroppy, but they get stroppier and threaten him with the clink if he doesn't leave well enough alone. They even call him a lunatic. That makes me smile.

Det. Douglas shows up at Sarah's place when he's off-duty, to deliver a second set of developed prints. The lab has the other set, because they think they will be able to blow some up and use them for the ring detail. Apparently, he was nice enough to make the second set for Mollie's family, but I think he just wants to slobber all over Sarah's dinners. He confirms this idea by mentioning that there's "a nice shot of [Sarah] at Rockefeller Center," where Sarah confirms they were ice skating, of all ridiculously touristy things to do in New York. Det. Douglas apologizes for freaking Sarah out about how unsafe her apartment is, and offers to stop by on his day off and fix it up for her. "Thank you. Thank you, Detective Douglas," Sarah simpers. "Sam," Det. Douglas says, and in one fell swoop, he puts their relationship on a more personal level. The better to get to know your dinners, dearie.