Chez Mars. Veronica gets a milk container out of the refrigerator and sets it on the counter. On the back, there's a picture of Rain under the word "MISSING." Contrivance: It does a body good. I can't make out most of what's written under her picture, but it does clearly give her age as seventeen. Which, unfortunately for our crunchy friends, is a year under the legal limit for selling poinsettias in California. Or something.
Keith comes home. Veronica sadly confesses the news about Rain, but begs Keith to consider the matter before he calls the Gants. Keith tightly tells her that this is the break they're looking for, and that the money is a big deal. You know, this didn't bother me so much on first viewing, but they're really pushing the whole "the Mars family is SOOOO poor" angle in the episode, and it's coming off a little false. I mean, it's not that I haven't been aware that they're not exactly the Howells here -- it's just that it didn't seem to be that big a deal to them until now. The construct of this moral dilemma just feels a little artificial to me. Keith adds that the commune is contributing to the delinquency of a minor, which...is a more valid argument, at least on paper, but if you're going to frame this as a question of ethics where a runaway kid is concerned, you really have to do your due diligence and find out exactly what the kid was running from before you return her to that environment. I mean, "The Girl Next Door" was only two episodes ago, here. Veronica scoffs that Keith's seen the commune-ists, and he knows they're not corrupting anyone. She adds that they're "a bunch of sweet, naïve '60s throwbacks." It's a good thing this is fiction, because otherwise I might have seen some of my parents' friends on the TV. Un! Comfortable! Keith tells Veronica that they don't answer, "morally or otherwise," to the commune. Well, yes, but you don't answer to the letter of the law anymore, either, which was sort of my point. Keith tells Veronica that they answer to their clients, end of story. How can that statement come around to bite him in the ass? Let me count the ways!
Veronica goes in to see Miss Mills, who's really sort of reminding me of Julie Benz, at least in the looks department. Vamp out, Miss Mills! Vamp out! Veronica starts to confess what she's done, but is interrupted by the appearance of a tear-streaked Casey, who informs them that he is now, not to put too fine a point on it, stinking fucking rich. Well, I'd hate to see his face if she'd left him with nothing, then. Miss Mills gives Casey a hug, and Veronica looks like she wants to as well. Go for it, Veronica! When was the last time you had an excuse to grab a guy's lats? Well, besides Greg's, that is.