Mollie skips her way back to the bar. Some guy asks her for the time and wrenches off her watch. As Mollie resists, he drags her into an alley and puts a knife to her throat, telling her to shut up. He grabs her wallet and makes her take off her ring which is stuck on her finger. The mugger-turned-attacker accuses her of holding out on him and opens her shirt to find a necklace. He comments on what a pretty girl she is and Mollie begins to sob. There's a struggle and Mollie gets stabbed. The attacker seems surprised that he stabbed her and leaves her in the alley. Mollie sticks her hand under her coat, sees blood and calls out, "Somebody!"
Scraggle and Sarah sit with Platypus in their apartment wondering where Mollie is. Platypus acts quietly vindicated as Sarah says, "Man, if she did what you said, met some guy and blew us off? I'll kill her." Oh, the writers are so clever with their attempts at irony.
In an ambulance, a medic tells Mollie that the hospital is only a few blocks away and she'll be stitched up in no time. Mollie gasps something about, "They were waiting for me." A police officer asks who she's talking about, "The guy? The guy was waiting for you?" Mollie gasps, "My friends, I was supposed to meet them. They won't know where I am." The officer asks who they should contact. "Sarah, tell Sarah," Mollie whispers. The ambulance doors close.
Sarah opens her apartment door, chain on. "Sarah Merrin?" a voice asks. "Yes?" Sarah asks. The guy holds up a badge, "Detective Douglas, N.Y.P.D. Do you know a Mollie--" "Hatcher?" Sarah supplies for him, "Yes, why?" Det. Douglas starts to say something and Sarah says, "Oh, my God," and closes the door so she can undo all the locks. Scraggle and Platypus ask what's going on and Sarah tells them, "It's Mollie," as she wrenches the door open to let Det. Douglas in. "She was stabbed, she's being taken to St. Paul's. I can give you a lift down there if you'd like," Douglas offers. Platypus grabs her coat: "I'm going." Douglas looks confused. "I'm sorry, you are --?" he asks. "Her friend. I'm her friend, too!" Platypus says. I'm sorry, I know they are trying to make the point that Platypus is disconnected from her childhood friend, but that's going a bit too far. Douglas isn't much of a detective if he couldn't figure out that everyone in that apartment is connected to Mollie somehow -- it's not even like he asks who Scraggle is, either. I guess he just couldn't see past Sarah's dinners. On the way out, Sarah asks if Mollie is alive and Douglas tells her that she was conscious when she was found and he believes she was conscious in the ambulance. Platypus asks if Douglas talked to her and he says, "No ma'am, I didn't talk to her." Scraggle insists that somebody must have talked to her. Douglas says he believes she hasn't been questioned yet. Scraggle says, "You're kidding!" and Douglas tells him, "In general, when the decision's made not to question, that means the person is expected to survive, so I would take that as a good sign." They all arrive at the hospital, and the detective goes to find the doctor to inquire about Mollie's condition. Douglas joins another detective as the doctor comes up to them. Platypus asks pointlessly, "What time is it?" "After midnight," Scraggle tells her. The other detective looks down as the doctor walks away. Douglas stays where he is as the other detective approaches the friends and tells them that Mollie died on the operating table ten minutes ago. Platypus tells him that he can't be right since they were just told-- "We're really very sorry," the detective tells them, "My name's Detective Elgin. I'm going to be in charge of what is now a homicide investigation. We are going to need to take some statements from each of you. But we can give you some time if you need it." Sarah and Platypus's faces crumple. Elgin goes on, "Oh, I'm also going to need someone to identify the body." They all look at Platypus, who backs away saying, "No, I can't do it. I can't do it. No, you guys, don't make me!" in a tone that conveys more the idea that she doesn't want to see the ickiness of a dead body rather than the horror of her friend's death. Scraggle, the man, volunteers to do it. Elgin says that they'll have to call the family if one of them has a phone number. Again, they turn to Platypus, who turns and says she knows her father's number and she will call him. Elgin tells her she doesn't have to, but Platypus interrupts saying, "No, we grew up together. It should be someone he knows." In the morgue, the attendant reads his chart, "Hatcher," and asks, "Relative?" "Friend," Scraggle tells him. "Girlfriend?" the morgue guy asks. "You need to know that?" Scraggle asks. The morgue guy explains he's seen the identifying be really rough on boyfriends. He opens a door and pulls out a bagged body and says, "I just need a yes or a no. I wouldn't look too hard, you know what I'm saying, man? She hasn't been, like, prepared. You ready?" If she just died, couldn't Scraggle have identified her in the operating room rather than taking a trip to the morgue? Well, what do I know about hospital procedure anyway? I just thought if the hospital could make it easier on friends and family, they would. Scraggle stares down at the unzipped body and nods. Back in the waiting room, Platypus makes the painful call to Mollie's father. Douglas joins Sarah in the waiting room, "Hey, are you okay?" Again, I have to wonder what sort of a detective he is if he has to ask a question like that. Put two and two together, buddy. Her friend got stabbed, you told her the friend's chances for survival were good, you were wrong, her friend is dead. You do the math. Douglas sits down and looks, I swear to God, at Sarah's dinners. Perve. Sarah shakes her head in answer to his question and says something about how everyone always says, "I just saw her," or, "I just talked to her." "Like that means something bad can't happen the second that you hang up the phone or walk away. She was here and now she's not," Sarah finishes. Douglas looks up at Platypus who has joined them. "Her dad said he'd be here in the morning," Platypus says. Sarah looks away and Douglas looks disappointed at the interruption of his little tête-à-tête with Sarah.
The three friends stop at the alley where Mollie was stabbed, and watch as officers survey the scene and question the restaurant workers whose door borders the alley. Scraggle breathes, "Oh, God." Platypus sobs, "In there?" One of the crowd asks, "What's going on?" and another answers, "I don't know, I think some girl got stabbed or something." Scraggle looks angry and mutters, "Dumb ass. This whole thing --" but is interrupted as police officers and detectives break through the crowd and tell everyone to go home, there's nothing more to see. Another crowd member asks, "Who was she? Anyone know who she was?" as the three friends stare at the yellow police line.