Tru finds Jen hanging out on a bench later, and pretends she needs help because she's lost. Jen nonsensically responds, "Aren't we all?" from which Tru determines that she's not a happy student. Jen points out that it is high school, after all. They introduce themselves. Tru mentions hanging out with Adam, and non-sequiturs that he has "a way with the ladies." Jen responds, "I wouldn't know. He's not really my type. [Pause.] Yeah, not my brother's either." What, does her brother go for the leather daddies or something? Oh, this is just a really, really awkward transition. That's like the worst transition in the history of television. She makes it sound like she's outing her brother, when in fact she's just pointing out his arrival, as he drives up to the curb in some classic car. Jen's brother, Derek, is white-trashy with his bad facial hair and white Hanes T-shirts. He does kind of look like he would go for the leather daddies. Tru asks Jen if Derek hates Adam. Jen says Adam hates everybody, then adds that Tru asks a lot of questions for a "prospective." Well yes. Duh. And you're the one who brought Derek up in the first place. And duh. God. Stupid show. Jen says goodbye and gets in the passenger seat of Derek's car. Derek asks Jen who her hot new friend is. She tells him to "shut up and drive." He squeals his tires as he drives off, as you do when you're poor white trash, and drives about ten yards before nearly mowing down Adam, who stands in the street and glares at Derek. Derek glares back. The Portentous Music tells us that this is an important moment. Glare. Glare. Music.
Tru calls Marco 2.0 asks him to run a DMV check of Derek's car on the Find Anything Database they've got down there at the morgue. She claimed he scratched the paint on her brother's car but didn't leave a note. Marco 2.0 wonders out loud how she knows his name if he didn't leave a note, but she just tells him she doesn't have a lot of time. She manages to finagle an address out of Marco 2.0.
She drives over to find Derek outside, working on his car, because that's what you do when you're a white trash escapee from a Jean Genet blue-collar wet dream. Tru walks up and says hello. He recognizes her from earlier and asks her what she's doing there. She says that she was just touring The Town and saw him outside working on his car. He says he's adjusting the "air mixture," whatever that means. Tru asks him why he doesn't go to Highland Prep. I don't know, Tru -- maybe because he's thirty years old? Derek blathers on about how much he hates all those trust fund boys and wants to put them over his knee and teach them who's the boss. Tru brings up Adam. Turns out Adam's dad runs "The Glass Factory," which is not that horrid place in the mall where they sell little crystalline animal sculptures to older women in floral-print dresses, but an actual place where they make glass, and he just fired a bunch of people, including Derek's dad. He thinks that Adam bought his fancy new car with the money his dad saved from the layoffs. Tru makes some pointless comment that it's the driver, not the car, that matters. Unless it was a car bought with the money that used to be your dad's sole source of income. God, Tru, do you even listen? Oh, it's just another awkward transition. Just assume that whenever somebody says something nonsensical, it's to set up a transition. Derek says they'll find out whether it's the car or the driver tonight. Tru asks what he means. Turns out Adam and Derek will be drag racing later today. He invites Tru to come watch. The race will be at Lakewood Cliff. The cliff down which Adam's car crashed, as the flashbacks for the stupid remind us.