Meanwhile, the non-drinking fratty is up at the bar. Tru asks him if she can make him a drink. He just wants club soda. Apparently he's sober, even though we just saw all of them do a shot as a toast earlier, but never mind. Also, wouldn't she have already served him at least once by now? Oh, fine. Never mind. Anyway, he's a recovering alcoholic, but he doesn't want to bring anybody down, so he wants her to make him drinks that look like they have alcohol in them, but don't. Tru has a flashback to yestertoday and remembers that one of the victims didn't have alcohol in his system. This must be him. Inexplicably, this doesn't make her realize that THE POISON IS NOT IN THE ALCOHOL. She does, however, eye the bottle of club soda, and after Dry Fratty leaves, rings up Davis. Davis is apparently doing an autopsy on a wax dummy. That's the worst fake human being I've ever seen. They might as well have used a cigar store Indian. Now I'll probably get an email from somebody saying that it was a real person in that scene. Davis blathers on with some pointlessly gross autopsy stuff. Tru wants to know if carbonation can speed up the effects of alvocardyl. He doesn't think it would. Not that the question makes any sense anyway. What does the speed of the poison have to do with anything?
Suddenly, Luc wanders into the examining room. He sees Davis there with his gloves and face guard and stuff and says, "So I'm guessing this isn't the sheriff's office, is it?" Well, with the big letters on the front door that said "CITY MORGUE," we can only hope that Luc's allowed to have a "helper" fill out his job application for him. Davis tells him that the sheriff's office is upstairs. Tru overhears this conversation and asks if it's Luc. She tells Davis to wish Luc luck on his interview. And to tell him to check his teeth before the interview. And pass him this note in fifth period. Please? Pleeeeease? I'll be your best friend. Davis does, pointing to the phone while he's doing so to indicate that this wasn't his idea. Luc looks at him like he's a freak, which he is, then thanks him and leaves. After Luc's gone, Tru asks Davis whether or not alcohol would have an effect on the poison. Now Davis explains that alcohol would act as a masking agent that would make the poison undetectable in the body. Why on earth this didn't occur to him yestertoday when the bodies were in the morgue can be answered by our now-familiar refrain: bad writing. Tru suddenly realizes that they were all poisoned, and the booze covered it up for four of them. Did she honestly think before that only one guy died from the poison and the others all had sympathy heart attacks of fratty solidarity or something? Jesus. She thanks Davis for his help and hangs up.