Tru heads into the examining room as the scary music plays. The Tunnel of Trepidation is all, "What about me? Don't I get to be scary anymore?" She slowly walks over to the gurneys holding the five dead fratties, all still covered with sheets. She approaches one and slowly reaches toward the sheet. Suddenly he turns to her and asks for help. Not to be outdone, the other four each in turn ask her for help in different ways; a couple of them even start to sit up off the gurneys to beg for her assistance. It's still not creepy. It will never be creepy.
We montage our way back to morning. Tru wakes up in bed with a start. Lindsay rudely lets herself in and blah blah spare key blah. This time, though, Tru "remembers" that it's Lindsay's birthday. Lindsay is excited and happy, even though she says nobody else remembered. Nobody cares about Lindsay. It's a theme. And we're all part of it. They hug, which is the most exciting thing they can think of before sending us off to commercials.
Is it cancelled yet?
When we return, Tru is telling Harrison (who is, yes, skeptical) about the situation. She mentions that they didn't have wallets and their faces were covered, so she doesn't even know who they are. Searching for them is going to be difficult and she wants Harrison to help her. Harrison is resistant because he's got more important things to do, like anyway, Harrison doesn't want to help. Then it turns out they're standing right in front of Foreplay, the stripper club from the card Tru found yestertoday. So it just happened to be on their route to the meeting in the park they had scheduled? Once Harrison discovers strippers are involved, he's in. And Foreplay is the lamest name for a strip club I've ever heard. No imagination at all. They might as well just call it Boobies.
Inside, Harrison gives dollar bills to a stripper who is actually wearing more clothes than women in the Miss America swimsuit competition. Lame. Tru, meanwhile, is trying to get a bartender to tell her where to find Turquoise. The stripper, not the semi-precious stone in all your grandmother's jewelry. The bartender says he won't give out that information to customers. Tru says she's not really a customer. He asks her if she's there to audition. Tru's all, "Do I look like a stripper?" Well, she's wearing a lacy camisole, but not the denim miniskirt she had a couple of episodes ago. Anyway, she strikes out with the bartender. But when she returns to Harrison's side, she discovers he's used his rakish charm to get the information from the vinyl-clad stripper. Turquoise's real name is Tara, and she works during the day as a telemarketer. Tru runs off, while Harrison stays behind to continue watching the most boring stripper on the face of the earth.